Reviews

Although panned on its 1967 release, Roman Polanski's third English-language movie, a horror comedy, is a delightful oddity. There's a dream-like, gothic quality to it as Prof Abronsius (Jack MacGowran) and assistant Alfred (Polanski) root out a nest of the undead in wintry Transylvania. The climactic Vampire's Ball is strikingly mounted, and it's easy to see how Polanski fell for leading lady Sharon Tate.

Twenty-one-track greatest hits from Welsh genre-hopping psychonauts

Irresistible compendium of funk drops and breakbeat chops

Reissued lost classic from perennial Britpop also-ran

"Re-transferring" of early ambient gems

Superstar-studded tribute to Uncut's favourite singer-songwriter, who died last year

Further mediocrity from deposed King Monkey

On-the-road tales from Canadian rocker

When Nancy Sinatra performed in Oslo in 2002, Norwegian newspaper VG carried a front-page photo with the headline "Tragic". Yet when she performed this year at Morrissey's Meltdown in London, a wander through the auditorium during the legendary "These Boots Were Made For Walking"elicited scenes reminiscent of a walkabout by Robbie Williams. Style rules over substance, in the capital at least. And it's undoubtedly style rather than content that's on show on this quasi-comeback album, for which she dresses herself in the musical equivalent of the finest threads.

Delicately apocalyptic suite of Scandinavian avant chamber-jazz