Oasis: Heathen Chemistry (big brother)

It seems a millennium since Oasis first brought indie rock to the football terraces.

The working class Mancunians soon transcended the alternative market and entered the world of townie fun pub Jukebox's, quicker than you can say Definitely Maybe.

Ironically that was the point in which the civilised world left them. What's The Story Morning Glory saw them firmly rooted in the Stars in your eyes entry for The Beatles all too comfortably and my interest in them was well and truly lost by then, so much so I can't tell you what came next.

For a time, the public, (to a degree) and media, quite rightly turned against them. Standing on The Shoulders Of Giants two years ago proved to be an awful cacophony of misguided lager soaked anthems winos would sing after last orders.

Noel and Liam's marriage break ups were well publicised and it seemed the band had now been reduced to the TV gossip columns. But now they're back with Heathen Chemistry, an album rated as back to their best.

Admittedly there is more thought and passion injected into these songs. Large ballads followed by punchy rock efforts. Torch songs, punk songs, Beatles songs, (no change there then). Yes Heathen Chemistry is better than Standing On The Shoulder Of Giants, but then so is having acid intravenously fed...

James Heward

Cousteau: Sirena (Pias)

It's extremely gratifying to know that despite these extremely fashion conscious times in the music industry, there are record labels out there that believe that not everyone has to sound like The Strokes.

Cousteau's self-titled debut album came like a miracle at a particular stagnant time in pop history. The beautifully balanced style of Bowie versus Scott Walker serenity of Cousteau's semi ballads provided a watering hole for those of us thirsty after relentless nu metal.

Serena continues where their debut left off, magnificently stylish and suave. Numbers that cruise along with devilish cool.

Dim the lights, pour the wine, and get all dressed up for Damn These Hungry Times and Nothing So Bad. It's an album of songs that reiterate the reasons for loving music. Cousteau are cooler than the North Pole on a cold day.

To not own this CD is like dismissing the very reasons for living.

James Heward

Ben Kweller - E P Phone Home

You would have thought somebody would have used that title before ... or have they?

Ben is 20 and this is his first release. The five track EP is quintessential American lo-fi. Remember the mighty Sebadoh and then add a bit of Ben Folds.

It is the sound of a 20-year-old Californian who now lives in New York. With an eight-piece supporting band, Ben can do melodies, can rock out and uses strings & harmonicas in his songs (though not like Oasis, thank goodness).

A perfect blend of country, cool and restraint. Gram Parsons backed by The Strokes

I've played it again and again. Let's hope Ben gets the recognition he deserves.

Antony Silson