Hurrah! Back to the Belgrave - this time I plonked myself down on one of the plush sofas at the back of the crowded venue. Northern Irish alternative rock band Mojo Fury were in Leeds for one night only to support Future of the Left, and to promote their second album, The Difference Between. Now, a month or so later, I’m still undecided on this one. Mojo Fury offer a progressive, ‘otherworldly’ sound, which teeters on the cliff-edge of brilliance, but runs the risk of being misinterpreted as just plain odd.

I don't very often anticipate début albums as much as I have done this one. I first heard of We Are Ficition about a year ago now, when I heard 'My Dreams Are Haunted' on the radio. Since then, I have been constantly checking the internet for news of their début album coming out. The day has finally arrived; One For Sorrow has finally reached my ears, and I am most certainly not disappointed with the band's first attempt at a full length studio album. From listening to this, it is clear that this Peterborough quintet have bags of potential when it comes to writing energetic and catchy rock anthems.

Music trends come and go. That is the way the world runs. Every now and then a fella' like Skrillex will come along and make dubstep super popular for the masses, or Busted and McFly will appear out of nowhere and make radio-rock a thing that we all have to put up with. Yet, good ol' fashioned rock n' roll has always been a thing - for as long as I have listened to music as much as I do today a fast paced guitar riff and frantic drum hitting has always been a thing. It seems to have never died out. Looking back at the history of rock n' roll there hasn't been much variation; the majority all follow the blueprint that bands like AC/DC mastered so long ago. However, while listening to Heavens Basement's début album Filthy Empire it is clear that something new is happening in the genre that has been fairly stale for a few years - as these young, long haired British rockers manage to bring a huge level of individuality to a genre that excels in copy and paste. They are so utterly unique and fresh. In one word I would simply describe this album as MAGNIFICENT.

Jake Bugg, in my eyes, was the biggest shock star to come out of nowhere last year. With his self-titled début album, this 19 year-old from Nottingham thrust himself into the limelight with a wonderfully nostalgic sound that pays tribute to legends like Johnny Cash and The Beatles. Now, with a début album that gets nominated for a Mercury Prize as well as topping the charts, the expectations for his sophomore album were obviously very high. I was thinking that he was going to take a few years out to settle himself, then get to work again. Yet, here I am, one year later and the teen crooner has released his follow up album showing that the expectation hasn't been a burden on his shoulders in the slightest. While his début album was fairly mediocre in my eyes, he has changed that all up with his second album as it is a massive improvement. Looking at the information in front of me and having the music blaring out of the speakers it is obvious what has been the catalyst in this sudden urge of love I have for the guy. He has only gone and got himself buddies with the one and only Rick Rubin - and lets be fair, anything that man touches turns into musical gold.

Reflektor came out a few weeks back and I initially had worries about how Arcade Fire could create a better album than their previous fantastic array of albums. Critics have been split, some saying that Reflektor is an excellent renewal of their music and others finding it disappointing in comparison to past albums. Some have even voiced the opinion that Arcade Fire may have lost their musical genius; however, on first listen I knew I was pro-Reflektor. In my opinion, they managed to create an equally good album to everything they've produced - it’s just a bit different.

Just as we all start to pity James Arthur for his lack of pop-star looks, he reveals an inner disfigurement ugly enough to repulse Satan himself. The X Factor's most unworthy winner recently uploaded a rap battle to YouTube where he spat the words: "fucking queer", "scrubber" and "peasant". James' best attempt at self-defence came with the declaration that his homophobic language had a "different intent." Bullshit. James Arthur should become the new synonym for stupid and insolent. 

The X Factor: murdering music since 2004. James Arthur's self-titled début album is the debris of his winning success on the world's trashiest TV show. Arthur himself has been one of the first to admit that the winners contract doesn't always work in your favour, stating that working with multiple producers on the album has fucked up his creativity. James' decision to sell his artistic soul over to the corporate puppeteers came after his deflating struggle as a member of various unsigned bands. 

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