In The Moonlandingz first full-length offering as a non-fictional outfit, Brian Coney finds a record that refuses to wear only one mask – futurist without revivalism, acerbic but with swagger – and throws off with gusto any accusations of the term side-project
In the spirit of humbuggery, The Quietus looks at some of the worst excuses for Santa ever to disgrace the silver screen, and provides Top Trumps-style stats on their performance. Whether they're slightly implausible or just plain evil, this bunch is a disgrace to the ruddy uniform.
For their latest, Good Sad Happy Bad, experimental pop group Micachu & The Shapes sank a few then confined themselves to a rehearsal space for a stripped-down, marathon recording session; some metal ensued, as they tell DJ Pangburn