If The Fag Machine were a band to listen to and jump up and down to, then I Am Austin are a band to dance and make love to.
Sure, I’m as intrigued as anyone. She polarises. Much of me wants to hate her, for the preciousness that surrounds her, the way she receives accolades usually reserved for male artists – why is it never the other way around? – for her treatment of music as art. Someone is putting her in for the […]
I’m usually extremely cynical about this sort of music, these arrangements, these voices. I mean, for starters, this is way too Jools Holland territory for me. There again, the amount of music that boogie-woogie man features on his BBC show – designer coffee-table or not – he has to get it right occasionally. Law of […]