Album Rankings for 2016

Another year, another list because everyone loves lists.

A Few Words on... Feeder - All Bright Electric

Back in 2014, Grant Nicholas released an uninspired and dull solo album that only fanned the flames for a return of Feeder, even album after album of meddling returns.

The band's ninth studio album All Bright Electric again asks whether Feeder can return to their glory days of the decades prior or simply settle with pleasing their rabid fanbase.

A Few Words on... Grant Nicholas - Yorktown Heights

Another week, another well established frontman goes solo with an stripped back, acoustic folk debut, this time being Feeder's Grant Nicholas, with an album that I was half tempted to copypasta my review of Charlie Simpson's album and see if anyone noticed.

Album Ratings for 2012

A Happy New Year...'s eve! As the final post of 2012; here's my rundown of every album/EP/B-side compilation I had the pleasure/displeasure of listening to throughout 2012. Some have already been reviewed (which have a hyperlink), but the vast majority will likely never be completed.

So yeah, have an awesome start to 2013 and see you soon!

Feeder - Generation Freakshow Review

Ask a Feeder fan if they can pinpoint the moment the band went from one of the UK's most prosperous and consistently entertaining bands to another casualty the old age foe called Father Time and you're liable to get one of three answers. Joe public will ask you not ask them about the fetish over combining their partner's spiralling diabetes and obsession with combining gorging hot dogs and doggy style. You then give them several "famous" songs and immediately, they wonder "What ever did happen to the band that did Buck Rogers?"

The logical fan will say they blame the midpoint of Pushing the Senses; when the band's attempt at capturing Coldplay, Snow Patrol and Xenu forbid Take That's audience with melodic and harmless pop-rock from their previously well established NME Rock/early nineties grunge routes didn't simply not work, but demonstrated every shortcoming the band managed to patch over with their previous four very good/excellent albums.

Then there's the cult follower who can't believe you would insinuate the band is anything other than the bestest, most greatest thing in the whole world and that you must be a total microscopic flaccid dick for thinking anything other, before they and the surprisingly quick mob appear with pitchforks and torches to vivisect you with immediate intent.