Ex-Pumpkin head pulps up the volume with his reinvented gang of 'glamadelic' grungesters

Acclaimed American songstress delivers

Jesse Malin THE BORDERLINE, LONDON TUESDAY JANUARY 21 2003 "Just wait til see you me with my fuckin' band, man," Jesse Malin had said backstage at the Royal Festival Hall, after opening solo and acoustic for Ryan Adams last November. And he wasn't kidding. He's flanked by two razor-sharp dudes who look like they walked out of a remake of West Side Story, but turn out to be bassist Johnny Pisano and guitarist Johnny Rocket. It may just be a trick of the light, but keyboardist Joe McGinty is sporting what looks suspiciously like a black eye.

Punk blues recorded in a condemned shack

Young English heirs to The Flaming Lips

Arizonan soundtrackers make ill-advised foray into space rock

Missing link between Yokota's soulful ambient and upbeat house projects

Now wealthy enough to not fall foul of record company lawyers (unpaid for Nana Mouskouri samples resulted in tracks being pulled from their 2000 debut Programmed To Love), The Everlasting Blink features a series of inspired if somewhat bizarre guest stars.

Full-throttle rock'n'soul mini album. From Detroit, obviously

This month's New Strokes. Disappointing