John Mulvey

LCD Soundsystem and CSS at Wireless



James Murphy of LCD Soundsystem is not, by most standards, a typical frontman. His band are second on the bill to Daft Punk in front of the Hyde Park thousands. But Murphy spends a good part of the set scratching his head, picking his ears and tinkering, obsessive-compulsively, with the tightness of his drummer's kit. Occasionally, he dances, pounding up and down on the spot like a post-punk Ozzy Osbourne. He does, though, manage to pull off one of the most curiously moving moments I've experienced at a gig in a long time.


Read More >>

John Mulvey

Countdown to Latitude. . . Jarvis Cocker



JARVIS COCKER

Perfectly sandwiched between The Rapture and headliners Arcade Fire on the final day of this year’s Latitude Festival, quintessential English eccentric Jarvis Cocker will suit the site’s leafy glades to a tee.


Read More >>

John Mulvey

The White Stripes and Queens Of The Stone Age at Wireless



I was thinking last night about the first time I saw The White Stripes. It was spring 2001, and I was in LA to interview Queens Of The Stone Age. The night before I met up with Josh Homme, I went to the Troubadour to see this duo who were just starting to be talked about a lot by some of the smarter music business people back home.


Read More >>

John Mulvey

The White Stripes and Queens Of The Stone Age at Wireless



I was thinking last night about the first time I saw The White Stripes. It was spring 2001, and I was in LA to interview Queens Of The Stone Age. The night before I met up with Josh Homme, I went to the Troubadour to see this duo who were just starting to be talked about a lot by some of the smarter music business people back home.


Read More >>

Countdown to Latitude...Rickie Lee Jones



RICKIE LEE JONES

Probably best known for her jazz-toned, easy-swinging smash hit from 1979,‘Chuck E’s In Love’ and for once having stepped out with Tom Waits, Jones affects a distinctive style which blends R&B, folk, Beat poeticism and jazz in a foil for her impressively supple, slightly smokey voice.


Read More >>

Countdown to Latitude... Uncut's guide to the artists we can't wait to see



ARCADE FIRE

Anyone who doubts the transcendent power of orchestral pop – not to mention the potential of the crash helmet as percussion instrument – will surely be converted by Montreal’s Arcade Fire, who Time magazine saw fit to make cover stars after the release of their ‘Funeral’ LP in 2005.


Read More >>

Michael Bonner

Waiting for a little more Sunshine...



... Or: Where's this year's Great American Indie flick?


Read More >>

John Mulvey

Super Furry Animals' "Hey Venus"



I know this is going to sound a bit churlish, but is it wrong to expect a very good band to really extend themselves? I ask because, for the past week or so, I've been playing the new Super Furry Animals album most days. It's lovely, without a doubt. But for some reason, it leaves me fractionally disappointed - as if them coming up with another 11 fine songs is somehow not quite good enough.


Read More >>

John Mulvey

Sonic Youth revisited



Apologies for the lack of blogging action these past couple of days. I have a stack of excuses - perilous deadlines, aborted radio interviews, leaving the Super Furry Animals album at home, that sort of thing, as if you care. I'll try and write something about Super Furry Animals' "Hey Venus" in the next couple of days, as well as Richard Hawley, Caribou, Rilo Kiley, that Jason Isbell record I've been meaning to do something about for a month, and so on.


Read More >>

Allan Jones

Jerry Lee Lewis, King Of Rock'N'Roll



I’ve just finished reading Nick Tosches’ Hellfire, a jaw-dropping biography of Jerry Lee Lewis that is by common agreement the best book about rock’n’roll ever written. I’m reviewing it for next month’s Uncut, and can’t recommend it highly enough.


Read More >>

Newsletter


Editor's Letter

The return of The Aphex Twin, and Caustic Window


Last year, Warp Records embarked on a campaign for Boards Of Canada's "Tomorrow's Harvest" comeback that was notable for its obtuseness. Unmarked 12-inches were hidden in record stores, strings of numbers and inexplicable broadcasts were strewn enigmatically across the internet. At one point, I...