The latest in the unstoppably successful Pixar canon of animated films is Ratatouille, a story of a rat named Remy.
Remy, who lives within the confines of a Paris bistro has ambitions of becoming a star chef.
Following the slight critical disappointment of John Lasseter’s Cars, the boys have called in the talents of ace animation supremo Brad Bird, director of the brilliant The Iron Giant and The Incredibles (in my opinion, Pixar’s greatest achievement to date).
He should hopefully bring a maturity and edge to the proceedings that was sadly lacking in the more child-friendly likes of Cars.
The Will Ferrell formula is one that can be broken down into three distinct ingredients. The first of these is that his characters must always be highly successful braggarts with delusions of grandeur.
Which one are you?
Eeeeeeeeeeel
The alternative evening to the volume next door begins with The Spencer McGarry Season, a three man band from Cardiff, who boast a delightfully upbeat, eclectic sound, with jangly guitars and effortless vocals. Both charming and infectious, they’ll make you tap your feet, smile and bob your head like a dickhead. Maybe it’s the braces.
Does what it says on the tin
Jangly, mesmerising future folk guitar that undulates from the Cardiff-based pseudo-scientists specialising in lyrical one-liners. Complemented with soft touches of synthesiser that really does transport you into other galactic realms. Not necessarily the most memorable of twee-pop nuggets but certainly an intriguing listen with its optimistic layered vocals cooing.
Why are you so shit?’ Another Gindrinker concert, another moron not quite getting it. To be fair, it’s not hard to see why, screeched vocals about Bullseye and guitar rape in abundance does not a happy emo crowd make.
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