JOEL SARAKULA Love Club (Legere) There is no such thing as guilty pleasures in music; that’s a term devised by people who take music ironically. If you like it, if it gives you pleasure, then why be guilty? If you think it’s embarrassing, then you probably don’t really like it enough and should probably stick to the things everyone else around you does. What’s that got to do with this album? As with his previous record, The Imposter, Joel Sarakula swims in – and drinks deeply

JOEL SARAKULA The Imposter (Elevate) Before getting into this rather glorious homage to/immersion in/revival of a decade’s music, it’s important to note that golden years were almost certainly never as golden as they are painted retrospectively. Just as the music of the 1970s contained within it a shit-ton of shit music alongside some of the best ever made, let’s remember that Australian radio at that time was hardly what you would call golden – I’m talking here of commercia