Solange  Knowles  � I  Decided
The  Pharell  Williams  jazz-tinged, Motown-y  original felt like it required someone to kick it up the Bootylicious.  And  that's what the Freemasons  have done � replacing handclaps with stomping bass drums and replacing the lounge-bar pianos with synth-stabs that could out-chunk a Yorkie  manufacturing plant. The  result means Beyonce's  little sister has scored one of the year's best crop up tracks. Now,  let's just gloss all over the fact that the brains behind it all is him from Phats  and Small,  OK?  
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Hamfatter  � The  Girl  I  Love
I  met Peter  Jones  once. Very  big hands, he had. Anyway,  I  love how the "matey" Dragon  "signed" this lot on Dragons  Den  without listening any of their new material. That's  the genial of news report you'd buzz off from Alan  McGee  � "Just  took one wait at them and signed them on the spot" � merely not necessarily a venture capitalist. This  is perfectly pleasant indie that even Jones,  had he listened to it, could happen a decent melody in. But  simon Marks off for A)  organism completely inconsequent, and B)  making it impossible to end whatever review without saying "I'm  out". 
The  Verve  � Love  Is  Noise
Ever  since I've  been a music fan (around 12 years now), the Verve  receive been rending up and getting back together. This  time they announced their arrival with a quite literally not very gratifying "jamming academic session" through NME.  Now  they've discovered rabbit on, or at least they've sampled a euphoric chipmunk and put it on loop throughout this. It's  not on the nose Atlantis  to Interzone,  but a welcome foray into more uplifting waters. Can't  wait for them to discover dubstep in time for their 2016 reformation tour. 
Jeremy  Warmsley  � Lose  My  Cool
Transgressive  ar signing up a muckle of London-based  bleepy singer-songwriters like Esser  and this guy. Jeremy  Warmsley  is a bit more nerdy, misunderstood and angsty than Esser  though, and I  can't help thinking frYars  does this kind of thing a lot better. Still,  the guy's completed at an early age that eating away thick rimmed specs and making indie is his only fortune of getting a shag, so honest play to him.  
Alanis  Morissette  - In  Praise  Of  The  Vulnerable  Man
"You  are the bravest man I've  ever met," wails Alanis  over backward synth phrases (unless the dodgy YouTube  clipping I'm  hearing to this on is some kind of sicko remix). She  continues: "You  are the sexiest man I've  ever been with..." OK,  OK,  enough. The  sanctions on singing about gap year enlightenment and falafel have been upraised. "Sexy  Alanis"  is hardly too goddam frightening.
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