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Motorpsycho, Here Be Monsters, album review

Norwegian psychedelicists Motorpsycho execute their psych-rock workouts with Scandinavian polish and rigour on Here Be Monsters, a concept album (of course!) about psychological distress. The methodical guitar progressions of “Lacuna/Sunrise” and “Running with Scissors” are pitched between Mogwai and Pink Floyd, building elegantly and unthreateningly – which is fine, except the lyrics deal with darker matters. In “Lacuna/Sunrise”, the protagonist’s personality dissolves until only shame remains; “Big Black Dog”, meanwhile, wrestles with depression for 18 minutes without conveying emotional turmoil. Here and in “IMS” (an acronym for “Inner Mounting Shame”), the lyrics sound like they’re being negotiated, rather than expressed, while the music, for all its pleasing West Coast and Brit-psych affinities, lacks the risk and edge that made Sixties psychedelia such a thrill-ride.

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Future, Evol: 'Rapping romantic heading down a dead-end street'

If you’re going to call yourself Future, you’d better have at least a tenuous grasp on modernity, and with his distinctive rap style allied to cutting-edge beats, Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn – for such is Future’s rather splendid given name – certainly fulfils that requirement. You’d also better have, if not popularity, then at least a presence bordering on ubiquity, which Future is fast approaching, in America at least. In the R&B world, “heat” is measured partly by collaborative frequency, and in that regard, he’s on fire, with dozens of credits over the past couple of years, including a complete mixtape album recorded with Drake, What a Time to Be Alive, debuting at number one last September.