When your real name is Pop Levi, what else to do but rise to it? This London-born, sometime Liverpool-residing tenant of LA-la-land formed Super Numeri and played bass for Ladytron on his way to The Return To Form Black Magick Party. It's unclear which part of his previous work was below par.   Full text...

Levi calls his sound astral rock 'n' roll-much catchier than the more descriptive psych-glam-garage-blues-rock fusion. If you need an artistic point of reference, think Prince meets Marc Bolan mixed with probably a bit too much Syd Barrett for his own good. It's not the most unusual group of influences, but Levi works them into a sound all his own.  Full text...

It’s as though T-Rex had never gone away – although listen carefully and there’s also nods to everyone from Jack White, Prince and Hendrix as well as Bob Dylan, John Lennon and Captain Beefheart.  Full text...

It's part futuristic, part historical and part very much of the now, and minus the self-conscious attempts to distract from his formidable pop-sensibilities with shitloads of noise and kudos, it's really rather good.  Full text...

Pop Levi finally makes his full-length solo debut with an album so rich in influences that it often verges upon pastiche.  Full text...

the combination of shrill vocals with drab blues and folk-rock stylings is irritating at best, and ultimately enervating: these are genres whose essential touchstone is authenticity, and there's something bogus about Levi's use of them here that sabotages their effect. The results leave him sounding like just another chancer aiming for adulation, but lacking the ideas andthe individuality to achieve it on his own.  Full text...