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Mono – One More Step And You Die

Second album from Japanese Mogwai

Meat Loaf – Bat Out Of Hell: 25th Anniversary Edition

Marvin'n'Jim's classic of subtlety and restraint, digitally remastered with extra tracks and a bonus hits DVD

The Prisoners – A Taste Of Pink!

Before the epidemic, primitive '80s garage dementia from UK's suburbs

Aphrohead – Thee Underground Made Me Do It

Round-up of Felix Da Housecat's prodigious '90s electro-disco productions

The Truth About Charlie

Pointless vanity remake of Charade

Betrayed

When Fed Debra Winger goes undercover in the rural Midwest to investigate a bunch of white supremacists, she makes the mistake of falling in love with vicious, family-loving klansman Tom Berenger. Director Costa-Gavras has made some coruscating political masterpieces, but this overwrought mess is close to idiocy. It defuses its own explosive subject matter. Worth seeing, though, for Berenger's committedly-crazed scenery-chewing.

Swept Away

Pussywhipped by Madonna into remaking Lina Wertmüller's 1974 film, Guy Ritchie betrays the fact that he can't direct outside the bad-lads genre, while Madge proves, for the umpteenth time, her inability to act. She's a rich socialite falling for a poor Italian on a desert island: watch Nicolas Roeg's Castaway instead.

Clay Pigeons

As producer, Ridley Scott—clearly in a good mood—leads us on a pointless trawl through the dusty dirt roads of comedy thriller territory as confused country boy Clay (a smouldering Joaquin Phoenix) gets duped into hanging loose with fast-talking rhinestone cowboy Lester Long (Vince Vaughn). Quite where we fit into this generic nonsense is something else altogether.

M. Ward – Transfiguration Of Vincent

After the early patronage of Howe Gelb, Oregon's Matt Ward dished up 2001's End Of Amnesia, one of the most breathtaking albums of recent years. Transfiguration...is another masterclass in deft guitar picking, smudged with piano, harmonica and a voice like honey drizzled onto a dry creekbed. The behind-a-screen-door quality of production adds to the strangeness, while the likes of "Undertaker" often stop, start, scuff around then veer off at a tangent. Somewhere between a Gelb bothering to finish off songs and The Band at their most bucolic.

Canyon – Empty Rooms

Frequently awesome country-spacerock from Washington DC
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