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Respect, of course, to Grohl and co for the consistency of their earnest and industrious take on rock, presented with typical reliability throughout these selections from their 2002/2003 world tour. But three hours of electric, acoustic and—oh dear!—audio-only music is enough to bore the denims off all but the most besotted worshippers.

Second album of curious psych/hip hop follows eponymous 2001 debut

Previously only on import, this now gets a British release, because 80 per cent of the UK proletariat like singing along to: "And the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had." Especially during festive periods. And fair play to them, eh readers? Apparently reprints of Camus and Kafka are now outselling beer, and Lou Reed's "Berlin" is widely tipped for next year's Christmas No 1. A mad world, and no mistake. Michael Andrews' soundtrack is chiefly instrumental, dark and wilfully weird.

Debut from London quartet named after an Arlo Guthrie creation, not an Alec Guinness character. Sorry

'80s pop acts, from the winsome to the tonsorially challenged

SACD reissues of '80s electro monoliths

Two-fer of late-'60s synth-rock oddities. Not that odd, really

If you had Mötley Crüe down as vacuous poodle-rockers who never stumbled across an original idea in two decades, Nicky Sixx and Tommy Lee are here to put you straight on the interview section of this 21-track retrospective. What do you know? Turns out they were always punk visionaries who pushed the envelope of rock. Yeah, right. It should be funny, but the relentless sexism and homophobia eventually grates. Witless pricks.

Debut from London post-rockers named after H-bomb test island

The former Mrs Cobain emerges from rehab to release her debut solo album