A double whammy of Spice Girls (in shamelessly commercial mode for the launch of Channel Five), some indiepop and electropop gems filled with hope, a beautiful piece by Molly Lewis (who whistled on Harry Dean Stanton’s death bed), loads of interesting dancefloor-ready shit, heavy droning noise, a (fucking killer) duo of cod African highlife oldies including the mega seedy It’s All Rite To Fuck All Nite. Then it’s cinematic jazz and throaty heavy shit until the end - a rather delightful acid rinse racer.
Highlights: Some contenders for the best of the year from abstract juke producer Jana Rush and old school indie rockers Daisy Brain. And something rough and ready from A Carnival Of Sorts: An REM Covers Compilation which has loads of good shit on it.
