ART-ROCK

or years he’s brooded introspectively in a fox(x)hole of minimalist electronica, but on the brashly beautiful surprise that is (Metamatic), will thrill long-time Foxxaholics. It’s wish fulfilment time for those who craved one more album in the early, pre-Midge, Ultravox! vein. and , dovetailing drama and dynamism. Even the imagery–ghosts, 70s New York, clowns and fools, strange beauty–feels like a happily haunted hurrah from the band who were too late for glam but too early for punk, while Foxx’s icy-fire vocals sound timeless and 10 feet tall. A dazzling resurgence from one of the best minds of his generation.