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Escape From New York: Special Edition

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As you know, 'Uncut' magazine is dedicated to bringing you the best features, reviews and interviews on the greatest names in music and movies. So now we’ve launched 'Uncut DVD' – a magazine devoted to covering the hottest classic and contemporary movie releases on DVD and bringing you the amazing stories behind the greatest movies ever made. We've included one of the reviews from the launch issue below, it's 'Escape From New York: Special Edition'. Find out more about the launch issue of Uncut DVD The first time we see Kurt Russell as Snake Plissken in John Carpenter's anarchic, blackly comic sci-fi adventure movie, they've got him in manacles, the meanest motherfucker in the valley, every gun in the room pointing at him. He is, in Carpenter's words, "the baddest guy on the planet." Fans Of Escape From New York will know that Snake is a highly-decorated former Special Services officer (the Black Flight unit, who saw heavy fighting at Leningrad in the ongoing conflict between the US, Soviets and Chinese), a war hero who has indeed gone bad - to the extent that after an attempt to rob the National Federal Reserve, he's now looking at a life behind bars. The same people will also know the entire first reel of the original cut of the film actually showed the heist and Snake's capture, Snake taken by the cops when he could have run for it, trying to rescue a wounded buddy. It was eventually cut by Carpenter because it gave Snake too much back story, explained too much about who he is and why he's so grimly disaffected. The entire sequence is available for the first time on this handsomely packaged two-disc anniversary edition, and while it's fun for completists to finally get a glimpse of the missing footage, you'd have to agree with Carpenter and Russell - whose droll and informative commentaries on the DVD extras are an absolute gas, the pair of them guffawing their way infectiously through the film - that the scene is superfluous, and Snake works better as the elemental character we know from the film's theatrical release - Snake the coolest anti-hero ever, Dirty Harry in biker leathers, a Presley sneer and a piratical eye-patch, a nihilist sociopath with a loathing for authority matched only by Carpenter's own. As Carpenter points out more than once in his commentary, Escape From New York is often mistakenly thought of as a big money production, when the truth is that compared to the mega-buck budgets of today's high concept action movies it was made for not much more than the change in his pocket. It's testament to Carpenter's film-making ingenuity - one tracking shot, he explains, starts in New York and after he ran out of location time there continues via a timely dissolve in Los Angeles - and the craftsmanship of a first-class team of matte artists, miniaturists, model workers and animators, who in the pre-CGI says of 1980 realised his vision of a futuristic New York, the whole of Manhattan in the film's great conceit a maximum security prison, a dumping ground for America's undesirables, sealed off from the rest of the country, a lawless nation, inhabited by the cheerless damned, a gap-toothed throng led by Isaac Hayes' proto-rapper, The Duke Of New York. All of which is bad news for American president Donald Pleasance, who's trapped there after bailing out of the hi-jacked Air Force One. The future of the world, as Lee Van Cleef's police commissioner soon explains, now hinges on getting him out and, of course there's only one man for the job and his name is Plissken. What follows is hugely entertaining mayhem, with Kurt doing a great deal of snarling and lip-curling, here sending up Clint Eastwood, as he would John Wayne in Carpenter's Big Trouble In Little China. There's great support from Harry Dean, Adrienne Barbeau and Ernest Borgnine as a big band-loving cab driver, and Carpenter directs with uncomplicated urgency, a lean efficiency that recalls his beloved Howard Hawks and puts most modern blockbusters to a certain amount of overblown shame. Extra: Terrific commentary from Carpenter and Russell, full of entertaining insight and fantastic trivia. Did you know, for instance, that the secret serviceman desperately trying to batter down the cockpit door of the hi-jacked Air Force One is Steve Ford, son of US President Gerald Ford? Want the low-down on a classic stunt called the Texas Switch? It's here. Curiously neither has anything to say about one of the film's most arresting sequences - a computer animation of the president's plane being flown into a Manhattan skyscraper by terrorists. Elsewhere, there's the deleted 10-minute bank robbery, further commentary from producer Debra Hill and production designer Joe Alves, trailers and a Return To Escape From New York featurette. By Allan Jones Find out more about the launch issue of Uncut DVD

As you know, ‘Uncut’ magazine is dedicated to bringing you the best features, reviews and interviews on the greatest names in music and movies.

So now we’ve launched ‘Uncut DVD’ – a magazine devoted to covering the hottest classic and contemporary movie releases on DVD and bringing you the amazing stories behind the greatest movies ever made.

We’ve included one of the reviews from the launch issue below, it’s ‘Escape From New York: Special Edition’.

Find out more about the launch issue of Uncut DVD

The first time we see Kurt Russell as Snake Plissken in John Carpenter’s anarchic, blackly comic sci-fi adventure movie, they’ve got him in manacles, the meanest motherfucker in the valley, every gun in the room pointing at him. He is, in Carpenter’s words, “the baddest guy on the planet.”

Fans Of Escape From New York will know that Snake is a highly-decorated former Special Services officer (the Black Flight unit, who saw heavy fighting at Leningrad in the ongoing conflict between the US, Soviets and Chinese), a war hero who has indeed gone bad – to the extent that after an attempt to rob the National Federal Reserve, he’s now looking at a life behind bars. The same people will also know the entire first reel of the original cut of the film actually showed the heist and Snake’s capture, Snake taken by the cops when he could have run for it, trying to rescue a wounded buddy. It was eventually cut by Carpenter because it gave Snake too much back story, explained too much about who he is and why he’s so grimly disaffected.

The entire sequence is available for the first time on this handsomely packaged two-disc anniversary edition, and while it’s fun for completists to finally get a glimpse of the missing footage, you’d have to agree with Carpenter and Russell – whose droll and informative commentaries on the DVD extras are an absolute gas, the pair of them guffawing their way infectiously through the film – that the scene is superfluous, and Snake works better as the elemental character we know from the film’s theatrical release – Snake the coolest anti-hero ever, Dirty Harry in biker leathers, a Presley sneer and a piratical eye-patch, a nihilist sociopath with a loathing for authority matched only by Carpenter’s own.

As Carpenter points out more than once in his commentary, Escape From New York is often mistakenly thought of as a big money production, when the truth is that compared to the mega-buck budgets of today’s high concept action movies it was made for not much more than the change in his pocket. It’s testament to Carpenter’s film-making ingenuity – one tracking shot, he explains, starts in New York and after he ran out of location time there continues via a timely dissolve in Los Angeles – and the craftsmanship of a first-class team of matte artists, miniaturists, model workers and animators, who in the pre-CGI says of 1980 realised his vision of a futuristic New York, the whole of Manhattan in the film’s great conceit a maximum security prison, a dumping ground for America’s undesirables, sealed off from the rest of the country, a lawless nation, inhabited by the cheerless damned, a gap-toothed throng led by Isaac Hayes’ proto-rapper, The Duke Of New York.

All of which is bad news for American president Donald Pleasance, who’s trapped there after bailing out of the hi-jacked Air Force One. The future of the world, as Lee Van Cleef’s police commissioner soon explains, now hinges on getting him out and, of course there’s only one man for the job and his name is Plissken. What follows is hugely entertaining mayhem, with Kurt doing a great deal of snarling and lip-curling, here sending up Clint Eastwood, as he would John Wayne in Carpenter’s Big Trouble In Little China. There’s great support from Harry Dean, Adrienne Barbeau and Ernest Borgnine as a big band-loving cab driver, and Carpenter directs with uncomplicated urgency, a lean efficiency that recalls his beloved Howard Hawks and puts most modern blockbusters to a certain amount of overblown shame.

Extra: Terrific commentary from Carpenter and Russell, full of entertaining insight and fantastic trivia. Did you know, for instance, that the secret serviceman desperately trying to batter down the cockpit door of the hi-jacked Air Force One is Steve Ford, son of US President Gerald Ford? Want the low-down on a classic stunt called the Texas Switch? It’s here. Curiously neither has anything to say about one of the film’s most arresting sequences – a computer animation of the president’s plane being flown into a Manhattan skyscraper by terrorists. Elsewhere, there’s the deleted 10-minute bank robbery, further commentary from producer Debra Hill and production designer Joe Alves, trailers and a Return To Escape From New York featurette.

By Allan Jones

Find out more about the launch issue of Uncut DVD

Watch the latest John Cale video

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From legendary Velvet Underground architect, to influential producer of punk and new wave icons including The Stooges and Squeeze, to singer/songwriter with a new-found predilection for the loops and samples of digital age R&B. John Cale’s brave new album, blackAcetate is in the shops now. The first single to be taken from the album, Perfect’ is out on October 17, but you can watch the video here. Real Media - low / high Windows Media - low / high

From legendary Velvet Underground architect, to influential producer of punk and new wave icons including The Stooges and Squeeze, to singer/songwriter with a new-found predilection for the loops and samples of digital age R&B.

John Cale’s brave new album, blackAcetate is in the shops now. The first single to be taken from the album, Perfect’ is out on October 17, but you can watch the video here.

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Capital line up!

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The Proposition (Oct 26; 21.00/Oct 27; 13.00) Director: John Hilcoat Nick Cave’s maggoty, blood-splattered masterpiece is a savage existential western set in the Australian Outback with Guy Pearce, Danny Huston and Ray Winstone. Echoes of Peckinpah and Cormac McCarthy. Essential. Major Dundee (...

The Proposition (Oct 26; 21.00/Oct 27; 13.00)

Director: John Hilcoat

Nick Cave’s maggoty, blood-splattered masterpiece is a savage existential western set in the Australian Outback with Guy Pearce, Danny Huston and Ray Winstone. Echoes of Peckinpah and Cormac McCarthy. Essential.

Major Dundee (Oct 30;13.00)

Director: Sam Peckinpah

Incorporating 12 minutes of new footage, plus a newly-commissioned score and restored print, this is as close as we’re going to get to a Director’s Cut of Peckinpah’s post-Civil War Western.

Good Night, And Good Luck (Nov 3; 19.00)

Director: George Clooney

The Festival’s Closing Night film, this is based on the real-life confrontation between broadcaster Ed Murrow and Joe McCarthy in the 1950s. Clooney directs David Strathairn, Patricia Clarkson and Robert Downey Jr.

Be Here To Love Me (Oct 25; 21.00/Oct 29/16.30)

Director: Margaret Brown

Emmylou Harris, Kris Kristofferson and Steve Earle are just some of the names queuing up to pay tribute to Townes Van Zandt in this fascinating documentary charting the troubled life of one of America’s finest singer/songwriters.

Sympathy For Lady Vengeance (Oct 22; 23.00)

Director: Park Chan-Wook

From the demented imaginings of Sympathy For Mr Vengeance and Oldboy director Chan-Wook comes the third part in his revenge trilogy. An ex-con is released from prison and sets out no an elaborate plan to destroy the life of her nemesis.

Walk The Line (Oct 27; 20.30/Oct 30; 12.30)

Director: James Mangold

Johnny Cash biopic, from Heavy and CopLand director Mangold. Joaquim Phoenix is superb as the Man in Black and Reese Witherspoon revelatory as June Carter. The Fulsome Prison scenes are extraordinary.

The Constant Gardener (Oct 19; 19.00/Oct 20; 12.45)

Director: Fernando Meirelles

Shooting the shanty towns of north Africa with the same vibrancy that he brought to bear on the favellas of Brazil in City Of God, Meirelles’ second film is a gripping conspiracy thriller starring Ralph Fiennes and Danny Huston.

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (Oct 28; 20.30/Oct 29; 15.30)

Director: Shane Black

From the man who gave us the Lethal Weapon series comes a funny, foul-mouthed action caper with con Robert Downey Jr and PI Val Kilmer teaming up to solve a murder in Hollywood. Whip-smart stuff.

New York Doll (Oct 22; 18.30/Oct 25; 16.00)

Director: Greg Whitely

Excellent doc charting the 2004 New York Dolls reunion as seen through the eyes of Arthur “Killer” Kane – hellraising bassist turned Mormon. That Kane passed away soon after the Dolls’ reunion gigs makes this all the more poignant.

Mirrormask (Oct 30; 16.00/Nov 1; 15.30)

Director: Dave McKean

Dazzlingly inventive fantasy from comics writer Neil Gaiman, with echoes of Time Bandits, The Wizard Of Oz and Alice Through The Looking Glass. To save her mother’s life, 15-year-old Helena embarks on a strange odyssey in a dream world…

Tickets – and the complete festival programme – are available online at www.lff.org.uk.

Check back here for regular updates on the Festival

Watch New Order’s Waiting For The Siren’s Call video

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Dance-rock radicals New Order return this week with some very special new releases: best of album 'Singles', a DVD entitled 'New Order - A Collection' and new single 'Waiting For The Siren’s Call'. The video to the new single, which is the title track from the band's eighth studio album (released in March of this year), can be viewed here via the links below. Simply click on the links below to watch. Windows Media - low / high Real Media - low / high Plus - check out some footage taken from the new DVD: Windows Media - low / high Real Media - low / high Watch New Order's classic 'Blue Monday' video: Windows Media - low / high Real Media - low / high

Dance-rock radicals New Order return this week with some very special new releases: best of album ‘Singles’, a DVD entitled ‘New Order – A Collection’ and new single ‘Waiting For The Siren’s Call’.

The video to the new single, which is the title track from the band’s eighth studio album (released in March of this year), can be viewed here via the links below.

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Listen to the the new album from Tracy Chapman.

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Grammy winning singer-songwriter Tracy Chapman returns to the recording fold with a new album this month. Co-produced by Chapman and celebrated sound engineer/mixer Tchad Blake, the soulful and sentimental Where You Live was recorded at an improvised San Francisco rehearsal space-turned-studio, with cameos from the likes of legendary bassist Flea, of Red Hot Chilli Peppers fame. The album is out now but you can hear it via the links below: 1. Change Real Media - low / high Windows Media - low / high 2. Talk To You Real Media - low / high Windows Media - low / high 3. 3,000 Miles Real Media - low / high Windows Media - low / high 4. Going Back Real Media - low / high Windows Media - low / high 5. Don't Dwell Real Media - low / high Windows Media - low / high 6. Never Yours Real Media - low / high Windows Media - low / high 7. America Real Media - low / high Windows Media - low / high 8. Love's Proof Real Media - low / high Windows Media - low / high 9. Before Easter Real Media - low / high Windows Media - low / high 10. Taken Real Media - low / high Windows Media - low / high 11. Be And Be Not Afraid Real Media - low / high Windows Media - low / high

Grammy winning singer-songwriter Tracy Chapman returns to the recording fold with a new album this month.

Co-produced by Chapman and celebrated sound engineer/mixer Tchad Blake, the soulful and sentimental Where You Live was recorded at an improvised San Francisco rehearsal space-turned-studio, with cameos from the likes of legendary bassist Flea, of Red Hot Chilli Peppers fame.

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Special Feature : Stoned

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Stoned, director Stephen Woolley told Uncut back in January, isn’t so much a straightforward biopic of late Stones’ guitarist Brian Jones but a murder mystery and a “parable of the times”. At the film’s core is the relationship between drug-addled fop Jones (Leo Gregory) and working class builder Frank Thorogood (Paddy Considine) – who reportedly confessed to murdering Jones in 1969 on his deathbed. It’s an exciting proposition, and the film promised to be an intense psychodrama played out against the rich backdrop of Sixties rock ‘n’ roll decadence. Woolley, a force majeure in the British film industry thanks to his producer’s credits on movies like Mona Lisa, The Crying Game, Backbeat and 24-7, is here making his debut behind the camera. And while Stoned is competent enough, it also feels unforgivably lazy in places. A key problem lies in the characterisations of Jones and Thorogood. They’re both distinctly unlikeable people – Jones is vain, insecure, passive-aggressive while Thorogood comes over as a near-autistic sociopath. At no point does Woolley’s film attempt to explain how they came to be like this – nor, crucially, does it explore what it is that drew them together in the first place. Mutual dependence? Latent homosexuality? Gregory gamely grabs Jones’ effete hedonism but Considine – so impressive in A Room For Romeo Brass, Dead Man’s Shoes and My Summer Of Love – fails to bring his usual, screen-burning intensity to bear here. Woolley mounts the film brilliantly in the muted, grainy stock of the time – and there’s sly references to Kenneth Anger, Performance and Blow-Up in there, too. But there’s something dreadfully sloppy about soundtracking Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit” over an acid trip sequence. The film is noticeably bereft of Stones music, Woolley making do with a smattering of covers. Much of the narrative exposition is shoddy, too. There’s little on screen to indicate why Jones’ girlfriend Anita Pallenberg (Monet Mazur) would particularly seek solace in the arms of Keith Richards (Ben Whishaw, last seen as the hapless Pingu in Nathan Barley), for instance. It’s certainly not Carry On Brian, but neither does it deliver as an unflinching expose of rock ‘n’ roll murder. Stoned is released in the UK in November

Stoned, director Stephen Woolley told Uncut back in January, isn’t so much a straightforward biopic of late Stones’ guitarist Brian Jones but a murder mystery and a “parable of the times”.

At the film’s core is the relationship between drug-addled fop Jones (Leo Gregory) and working class builder Frank Thorogood (Paddy Considine) – who reportedly confessed to murdering Jones in 1969 on his deathbed. It’s an exciting proposition, and the film promised to be an intense psychodrama played out against the rich backdrop of Sixties rock ‘n’ roll decadence.

Woolley, a force majeure in the British film industry thanks to his producer’s credits on movies like Mona Lisa, The Crying Game, Backbeat and 24-7, is here making his debut behind the camera. And while Stoned is competent enough, it also feels unforgivably lazy in places.

A key problem lies in the characterisations of Jones and Thorogood. They’re both distinctly unlikeable people – Jones is vain, insecure, passive-aggressive while Thorogood comes over as a near-autistic sociopath. At no point does Woolley’s film attempt to explain how they came to be like this – nor, crucially, does it explore what it is that drew them together in the first place. Mutual dependence? Latent homosexuality? Gregory gamely grabs Jones’ effete hedonism but Considine – so impressive in A Room For Romeo Brass, Dead Man’s Shoes and My Summer Of Love – fails to bring his usual, screen-burning intensity to bear here.

Woolley mounts the film brilliantly in the muted, grainy stock of the time – and there’s sly references to Kenneth Anger, Performance and Blow-Up in there, too. But there’s something dreadfully sloppy about soundtracking Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit” over an acid trip sequence. The film is noticeably bereft of Stones music, Woolley making do with a smattering of covers.

Much of the narrative exposition is shoddy, too. There’s little on screen to indicate why Jones’ girlfriend Anita Pallenberg (Monet Mazur) would particularly seek solace in the arms of Keith Richards (Ben Whishaw, last seen as the hapless Pingu in Nathan Barley), for instance.

It’s certainly not Carry On Brian, but neither does it deliver as an unflinching expose of rock ‘n’ roll murder.

Stoned is released in the UK in November

WATCH THE TRAILER TO HORROR FLICK NIGHT WATCH

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From Russia, with horror, comes the stylish horror fantasy film that has revolutionized post-Soviet cinema. Night Watch (Nochnoi Dozor) unleashes the cutting-edge vision of director/writer Timur Bekmambetov and is the first instalment of a trilogy based on the best-selling Russian sci-fi novels of Sergei Lukyanenko. Night Watch (Nochnoi Dozor) was an instant smash hit in its native Russia when it was released in July 2004 shattering all previous box office records. Set in contemporary Moscow, the film uncovers the other-world battle that upholds a 1000-year-old truce between the forces of Light and Darkness: an undercover Night Watch polices the world’s Dark Ones (vampires, witches, shape-shifters, sorcerers) whilst the Dark Ones police the forces of light during Day Watch. The fate of humanity rests in this delicate balance between good and evil but now that fate is now in jeopardy... Watch the Night Watch trailer now, via the links below: Real Media - low / high Windows Media - low / high

From Russia, with horror, comes the stylish horror fantasy film that has revolutionized post-Soviet cinema. Night Watch (Nochnoi Dozor) unleashes the cutting-edge vision of director/writer Timur Bekmambetov and is the first instalment of a trilogy based on the best-selling Russian sci-fi novels of Sergei Lukyanenko.

Night Watch (Nochnoi Dozor) was an instant smash hit in its native Russia when it was released in July 2004 shattering all previous box office records. Set in contemporary Moscow, the film uncovers the other-world battle that upholds a 1000-year-old truce between the forces of Light and Darkness: an undercover Night Watch polices the world’s Dark Ones (vampires, witches, shape-shifters, sorcerers) whilst the Dark Ones police the forces of light during Day Watch. The fate of humanity rests in this delicate balance between good and evil but now that fate is now in jeopardy…

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WATCH THE TRAILER TO ROMAN POLANSKI’S OLIVER TWIST

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Charles Dickens’ classic story of a young orphan boy who gets involved with a gang of pickpockets in 19th Century London is given the Roman Polanski directorial touch this month, when Oliver Twist hits the big screens nationwide. Roman Polanski says: "This is a Dickensian tale in the truest sense, which means it is exuberant, intriguing and timeless. And it is full of incident that is constantly surprising..." Oliver Twist has been scripted by Ronald Harwood and features Sir Ben Kingsley as Fagin, Jamie Foreman as Bill Sykes, Leanne Rowe as Nancy, Barney Clark as Oliver and Harry Eden as the Artful Dodger. View the trailer for Oliver Twist via the links below: Real Media - low / high Windows Media - low / high

Charles Dickens’ classic story of a young orphan boy who gets involved with a gang of pickpockets in 19th Century London is given the Roman Polanski directorial touch this month, when Oliver Twist hits the big screens nationwide.

Roman Polanski says: “This is a Dickensian tale in the truest sense, which means it is exuberant, intriguing and timeless. And it is full of incident that is constantly surprising…”

Oliver Twist has been scripted by Ronald Harwood and features Sir Ben Kingsley as Fagin, Jamie Foreman as Bill Sykes, Leanne Rowe as Nancy, Barney Clark as Oliver and Harry Eden as the Artful Dodger.

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Watch the new video from The Mystery Jets

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The Mystery Jets came of age this year with support slots for the likes of British Sea Power, Bloc Party and The Futureheads. While we give them a little bit longer to finish off their much anticipated debut album (currently being recorded on Eel Pie Island and due for release early next year) take a sneak peak at the video for the excellent new single ‘You Can’t Fool Me Dennis’, released September 12. Click on the links below to view: Real Media - low / high Windows Media - low / high

The Mystery Jets came of age this year with support slots for the likes of British Sea Power, Bloc Party and The Futureheads.

While we give them a little bit longer to finish off their much anticipated debut album (currently being recorded on Eel Pie Island and due for release early next year) take a sneak peak at the video for the excellent new single ‘You Can’t Fool Me Dennis’, released September 12.

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Goldfrapp – Supernature

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Goldfrapp took a big chance when they abandoned the swoonsome muzak of 2001’s Felt Mountain for the kinky machinery of 2003’s glamtastic Black Cherry. Few had anticipated the switch from the neo-John-Barry soundscapes of “Utopia” and “Lovely Head” to the dirty flirtation of “Train” and “Twist”. Verve and yearning merged on Black Cherry in songs of spellbinding sexiness. Supernature – its title a clear nod to the late ‘70s Eurodisco of Cerrone and friends – builds on Black Cherry and takes its salacious plasticity to a logical pop extreme. Constructed in a Somerset cottage rather than a Berlin compound, the duo’s third album kicks off with three thumping teen-disco outings (the single “Ooh La La”, “Lovely to See You”, “Ride a White Horse”) that forge an unlikely but inspired fusion of Marc Bolan and Giorgio Moroder. The soundtrack to some low-rent Studio 54 of the mind, the three tracks derive from what Alison G accurately calls the “[the] slightly throwaway but slightly nasty poutiness” of Chinnichap glam. Which is fine, except that here the hooks are rather less arresting than the equivalent moments on Black Cherry: “Lovely to See You”, for instance, is almost self-consciously crass, melodically dumbed-down where “Twist” and “Strict Machine” were artfully ambiguous. If “Slide In” and “Beautiful” pick up where “Twist” et al left off, “Fly Me Away” is oddly ordinary. Supernature evokes other synthpop ghosts – Gary Numan on “Koko”, “Blue Monday”-era New Order on “White Horse” – and even dabbles in Scissor Sisters faux-honkytonk on the Top Of The Pops romp of “Satin Chic”. Meanwhile for those who fear the fading of the duo’s lush melancholia, the iridescent “U Never Know” (followed by the plangent reverie of “Let It Take U”, with actual acoustic piano) already scores high in the Loveliest Song Of The Year parade; a diamond of a song to stand alongside “Black Cherry”, “Deep Honey” and its heartache kin. “Time Out for the World”, finally, is the ultimate Theme For An Imaginary Bond Movie. Black Cherry this ain’t, then. As a companion piece to its genius predecessor, though, Supernature is plenty to be going on with. By Barney Hoskins

Goldfrapp took a big chance when they abandoned the swoonsome muzak of 2001’s Felt Mountain for the kinky machinery of 2003’s glamtastic Black Cherry. Few had anticipated the switch from the neo-John-Barry soundscapes of “Utopia” and “Lovely Head” to the dirty flirtation of “Train” and “Twist”. Verve and yearning merged on Black Cherry in songs of spellbinding sexiness.

Supernature – its title a clear nod to the late ‘70s Eurodisco of Cerrone and friends – builds on Black Cherry and takes its salacious plasticity to a logical pop extreme. Constructed in a Somerset cottage rather than a Berlin compound, the duo’s third album kicks off with three thumping teen-disco outings (the single “Ooh La La”, “Lovely to See You”, “Ride a White Horse”) that forge an unlikely but inspired fusion of Marc Bolan and Giorgio Moroder.

The soundtrack to some low-rent Studio 54 of the mind, the three tracks derive from what Alison G accurately calls the “[the] slightly throwaway but slightly nasty poutiness” of Chinnichap glam. Which is fine, except that here the hooks are rather less arresting than the equivalent moments on Black Cherry: “Lovely to See You”, for instance, is almost self-consciously crass, melodically dumbed-down where “Twist” and “Strict Machine” were artfully ambiguous. If “Slide In” and “Beautiful” pick up where “Twist” et al left off, “Fly Me Away” is oddly ordinary.

Supernature evokes other synthpop ghosts – Gary Numan on “Koko”, “Blue Monday”-era New Order on “White Horse” – and even dabbles in Scissor Sisters faux-honkytonk on the Top Of The Pops romp of “Satin Chic”. Meanwhile for those who fear the fading of the duo’s lush melancholia, the iridescent “U Never Know” (followed by the plangent reverie of “Let It Take U”, with actual acoustic piano) already scores high in the Loveliest Song Of The Year parade; a diamond of a song to stand alongside “Black Cherry”, “Deep Honey” and its heartache kin. “Time Out for the World”, finally, is the ultimate Theme For An Imaginary Bond Movie.

Black Cherry this ain’t, then. As a companion piece to its genius predecessor, though, Supernature is plenty to be going on with.

By Barney Hoskins

Laura Veirs – Year Of Meteors

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The wider world has gone Laura Veirs crazy since Uncut raved about her terrific 2003 indie release, Troubled By The Fire, and last year's wintry Carbon Glacier. The Colorado-born, Seattle-based songsmith has even begun picking up fulsome praise in the US after years of being overlooked. In typically opaque Veirs fashion, Year Of Meteors is filled with nature imagery, travelogue snapshots and stream-of-consciousness musings. It feels less like a breathy late-night confessional than previous albums, which may disappoint fans of her more fragile, introspective side. But it’s also her most inventive and expansive work to date, incorporating crunchy grunge-pop powerchords and light electronica noodlings into her trademark acoustic austerity. Both musically and emotionally, Year Of Meteors is less downbeat and restrained that Carbon Glacier. There’s even a new rock'n'roll poke behind the finely poised arrangements of "Cool Water" or "Rialto", a flashback to snatched glimpses of sunlight flickering on Venice's Grand Canal. The tremulous tunesmith Veirs might make an unlikely candidate to crank up and rock out, but some of these tracks have an almost rowdy good-time swagger, like an Unplugged makeover in reverse. At least two songs are contenders for the finest Veirs compositions yet: the whooshing sci-fi synthesizer reverie "Galaxies" and the fragile, ghostly ballad "Magnetized". Both tap into recurring motifs of undersea kingdoms and airborne creatures that are loosely threaded throughout the album. But some bare personal insights still lurk among this welter of magic realism - as in "Spelunking", where the bizarre business of cave exploration becomes a metaphor for entering "the caverns of my heart". Year of Meteors is no flat-out masterpiece. A few songs feel like colourless makeweights, while Veirs’ avant-folk wanderings remain a little timid. More could have been made of the hidden final track, for example, which appears to have been recorded down a crackly phone line. Still, Veirs is clearly moving in the right direction, adding new tones and twists without forgetting her simple flair for heart-tugging beauty. By Stephen Dalton

The wider world has gone Laura Veirs crazy since Uncut raved about her terrific 2003 indie release, Troubled By The Fire, and last year’s wintry Carbon Glacier. The Colorado-born, Seattle-based songsmith has even begun picking up fulsome praise in the US after years of being overlooked.

In typically opaque Veirs fashion, Year Of Meteors is filled with nature imagery, travelogue snapshots and stream-of-consciousness musings. It feels less like a breathy late-night confessional than previous albums, which may disappoint fans of her more fragile, introspective side. But it’s also her most inventive and expansive work to date, incorporating crunchy grunge-pop powerchords and light electronica noodlings into her trademark acoustic austerity.

Both musically and emotionally, Year Of Meteors is less downbeat and restrained that Carbon Glacier. There’s even a new rock’n’roll poke behind the finely poised arrangements of “Cool Water” or “Rialto”, a flashback to snatched glimpses of sunlight flickering on Venice’s Grand Canal. The tremulous tunesmith Veirs might make an unlikely candidate to crank up and rock out, but some of these tracks have an almost rowdy good-time swagger, like an Unplugged makeover in reverse.

At least two songs are contenders for the finest Veirs compositions yet: the whooshing sci-fi synthesizer reverie “Galaxies” and the fragile, ghostly ballad “Magnetized”. Both tap into recurring motifs of undersea kingdoms and airborne creatures that are loosely threaded throughout the album. But some bare personal insights still lurk among this welter of magic realism – as in “Spelunking”, where the bizarre business of cave exploration becomes a metaphor for entering “the caverns of my heart”.

Year of Meteors is no flat-out masterpiece. A few songs feel like colourless makeweights, while Veirs’ avant-folk wanderings remain a little timid. More could have been made of the hidden final track, for example, which appears to have been recorded down a crackly phone line. Still, Veirs is clearly moving in the right direction, adding new tones and twists without forgetting her simple flair for heart-tugging beauty.

By Stephen Dalton

Interview: Laura Veirs

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UNCUT: How does Year Of Meteors relate to Carbon Glacier? LAURA VEIRS: They're related in that I wanted them to be unrelated. Ilways wanted to grow and push myself to do something different. I was experimenting with writing less structurally complex songs, they're pretty sparse in structure but not...

UNCUT: How does Year Of Meteors relate to Carbon Glacier?

LAURA VEIRS: They’re related in that I wanted them to be unrelated. Ilways wanted to grow and push myself to do something different. I was experimenting with writing less structurally complex songs, they’re pretty sparse in structure but not so sparse in arrangements. Carbon Glacier was a wintry album, this new one is more summery, more sunlit and bright.

Did you deliberately make the lyrics more abstract and poetic?

In some ways. On a few songs I really love the poetry but I don’t know where it came from or what it’s about. I don’t know exactly what it means, but that’s OK. In the past it definitely had to mean something, so I’m loosening up in that way.

Year Of Meteors is probably your poppiest album yet. Will you be as big as Gwen Stefani by the end of 2005?

You never know. I seriously doubt that… but I’m not ruling it out.

Interview by Stephen Dalton

UNCUT AT BENICASSIM

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It doesn’t get much better than this. Since you ask, Uncut is in Spain, somewhere between Barcelona and Valencia, at what’s fast becoming our favourite music festival - Benicassim. Now in its eleventh year, Benicassim runs across four nights, boasts a no-mud-here-thanks climate, stunning views (mountains stage left, sea stage right) and a shrewdly programmed bill running the gamut from rock icons of the first water to cutting-edge electronica. Did we have fun? Did Jackie Kennedy wear a black dress? Touching down for the opening Thursday night, Uncut is disappointed by The Tears who, despite the visible chemistry between Brett Anderson and Bernard Butler – together again after all these years etc etc – seem to be in the invidious position of having a collection of songs lacking anything approaching discernable melody. Ouch. Despite being somewhat past their sell-by date, headliners Underworld pull out all the stops, belting out a barrage of stadium rave anthems accompanied by a wildly trippy light show. “Cowgirl” lasts till dawn, as it damn well should. Friday finds us bouncing around to Lemon Jelly and camping it up to Fischerspooner before the serious action of the night begins. The Cure –stripped down to a four-piece including veteran members Robert Smith, Simon Gallup,and Porl Thompson – play for two hours. It’s Kohl eyeliner heaven, boys and girls, highlights including “Play For Today”, “M”, “End” and “Primary”, “Never Enough” and “Kyoto Song”. Quite how we go from the none-more-black Gothery of The Cure to the all-singing, all-dancing Carnival rumpus of Basement Jaxx is one of the many delights of Benicassim. Felix and Simon – plus dancers, singers, trumpeters – lay down one of the finest party vibes we’ve witnessed for a long time, climaxing with a demented version of Motorhead’s “Ace Of Spades” and “Where’s Your Head At?”. Saturday finds Uncut taking things a mite easier than previous nights – those pesky European spirit measures can take their toll, you know – so we sensibly bypass Keane to take in the Kaiser Chiefs before the evening’s return-to-grunge highlights: The Lemonheads and Dinosaur Jr. Evan Dando – looking particularly chipper – led the ‘Heads through a crowd-pleasing greatest hits set, irrepressible melodies beneath Catalan skies, including “It’s A Shame About Ray”, “Confetti”, “Rudderless”, “Big Gay Heart”, and “My Drug Buddy”. Dando returns for a solo encore which featured covers of Gram Parsons’ “$1,000 Dollar Wedding” and Mike Nesmith’s “Different Drum”. Dinosaur – in their original incarnation of J Mascis, Lou Barlow and Murph – raise a storm, It’s easily the loudest set of the weekend, the trio slamming out “Little Fury Things”, “Just Like Heaven” and “Freakscene”. Proper rock music, dontcha know. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds set Sunday night off in apocalyptic style, their Goth-goes-gospel turning into sulphuric soul, an incendiary “Get Ready For Love” leading into a beautiful rendition of “Straight To You” with Cave at the piano, “The Weeping Song” and “The Ship Song”, before back up with “Deanna” and a haunting, gripping “Mercy Seat”. Cave, cigarette perpetually in hand, spits and screams like a vaudeville demon. It’s a great piece of showmanship, unlike Oasis' Liam Gallagher, whose one-pose performance either stands or falls depending on how good the rest of the band are. Tonight, they’re disappointing, never quite hitting the mark, throwing a few shapes but little more. Sure, there are some hits here – “Live Forever”, “Cigarettes And Alcohol”, “Morning Glory”, “Champagne Supernova”– but the performance is lacklustre. Dedicating “Rock N Roll Star” to Robin Cook, though, is a nice touch. Noel asking the massive British contingent to “be nice to the locals” an even better one. Strangely, it falls to Kasabian to save the night. Never a band who’ve figured highly on Uncut’s radar, we’re surprised to find ourselves singing along raucously to “LSF” and “Club Foot”. Believe us, no one was more surprised than we were. We finish off in fine style, having it to some particularly fine techno courtesy of Andrew Weatherall. Medics to the rave tent! And then it’s off, back to Blighty. See you next year!

It doesn’t get much better than this. Since you ask, Uncut is in Spain, somewhere between Barcelona and Valencia, at what’s fast becoming our favourite music festival – Benicassim. Now in its eleventh year, Benicassim runs across four nights, boasts a no-mud-here-thanks climate, stunning views (mountains stage left, sea stage right) and a shrewdly programmed bill running the gamut from rock icons of the first water to cutting-edge electronica. Did we have fun? Did Jackie Kennedy wear a black dress?

Touching down for the opening Thursday night, Uncut is disappointed by The Tears who, despite the visible chemistry between Brett Anderson and Bernard Butler – together again after all these years etc etc – seem to be in the invidious position of having a collection of songs lacking anything approaching discernable melody. Ouch. Despite being somewhat past their sell-by date, headliners Underworld pull out all the stops, belting out a barrage of stadium rave anthems accompanied by a wildly trippy light show. “Cowgirl” lasts till dawn, as it damn well should.

Friday finds us bouncing around to Lemon Jelly and camping it up to Fischerspooner before the serious action of the night begins. The Cure –stripped down to a four-piece including veteran members Robert Smith, Simon Gallup,and Porl Thompson – play for two hours. It’s Kohl eyeliner heaven, boys and girls, highlights including “Play For Today”, “M”, “End” and “Primary”, “Never Enough” and “Kyoto Song”. Quite how we go from the none-more-black Gothery of The Cure to the all-singing, all-dancing Carnival rumpus of Basement Jaxx is one of the many delights of Benicassim. Felix and Simon – plus dancers, singers, trumpeters – lay down one of the finest party vibes we’ve witnessed for a long time, climaxing with a demented version of Motorhead’s “Ace Of Spades” and “Where’s Your Head At?”.

Saturday finds Uncut taking things a mite easier than previous nights – those pesky European spirit measures can take their toll, you know – so we sensibly bypass Keane to take in the Kaiser Chiefs before the evening’s return-to-grunge highlights: The Lemonheads and Dinosaur Jr. Evan Dando – looking particularly chipper – led the ‘Heads through a crowd-pleasing greatest hits set, irrepressible melodies beneath Catalan skies, including “It’s A Shame About Ray”, “Confetti”, “Rudderless”, “Big Gay Heart”, and “My Drug Buddy”. Dando returns for a solo encore which featured covers of Gram Parsons’ “$1,000 Dollar Wedding” and Mike Nesmith’s “Different Drum”. Dinosaur – in their original incarnation of J Mascis, Lou Barlow and Murph – raise a storm, It’s easily the loudest set of the weekend, the trio slamming out “Little Fury Things”, “Just Like Heaven” and “Freakscene”. Proper rock music, dontcha know.

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds set Sunday night off in apocalyptic style, their Goth-goes-gospel turning into sulphuric soul, an incendiary “Get Ready For Love” leading into a beautiful rendition of “Straight To You” with Cave at the piano, “The Weeping Song” and “The Ship Song”, before back up with “Deanna” and a haunting, gripping “Mercy Seat”. Cave, cigarette perpetually in hand, spits and screams like a vaudeville demon. It’s a great piece of showmanship, unlike Oasis’ Liam Gallagher, whose one-pose performance either stands or falls depending on how good the rest of the band are. Tonight, they’re disappointing, never quite hitting the mark, throwing a few shapes but little more. Sure, there are some hits here – “Live Forever”, “Cigarettes And Alcohol”, “Morning Glory”, “Champagne Supernova”– but the performance is lacklustre. Dedicating “Rock N Roll Star” to Robin Cook, though, is a nice touch. Noel asking the massive British contingent to “be nice to the locals” an even better one.

Strangely, it falls to Kasabian to save the night. Never a band who’ve figured highly on Uncut’s radar, we’re surprised to find ourselves singing along raucously to “LSF” and “Club Foot”. Believe us, no one was more surprised than we were.

We finish off in fine style, having it to some particularly fine techno courtesy of Andrew Weatherall. Medics to the rave tent!

And then it’s off, back to Blighty. See you next year!

WATCH THE NEW VIDEO FROM MAGNET

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It’s a distinctly unique sound. Ever since his cover of Dylan’s ‘Lay Lady Lay’ on his debut album, Magnet has continued to blend funk and soul beats with some of the most organic sounds available. New single 'Hold On' (August 15) is no different as a precursor to his second UK album 'The Tourniquet' (August 22). Don't let the banjo scare you, there are no Deliverance references. This is Magnet at his best: simple, soulful and full of melody. Enjoy. Click on the link below to watch the video: Windows Media - lo / hi



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It’s a distinctly unique sound. Ever since his cover of Dylan’s ‘Lay Lady Lay’ on his debut album, Magnet has continued to blend funk and soul beats with some of the most organic sounds available.

New single ‘Hold On’ (August 15) is no different as a precursor to his second UK album ‘The Tourniquet’ (August 22). Don’t let the banjo scare you, there are no Deliverance references. This is Magnet at his best: simple, soulful and full of melody. Enjoy.

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Uncut anniversary celebrations culminate tonight

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Uncut rounds off a successful week of gigs tonight with a rare intimate show by The Earlies. Britain’s most successful music & films monthly, currently celebrating its 100th issue, have already presented shows by Sons & Daughters and Ed Harcourt this week. Tonight (Friday August 5), the 100 Club in London plays host to The Earlies, Amusement Parks On Fire and Hayley Hutchinson, and a few tickets are still available. The Earlies are a sprawling Anglo-Texan ensemble, based in Manchester, whose 2004 debut album brought them many favourable comparisons with cosmic rockers like Mercury Rev. Tonight’s show is their first headlining in a while, representing a break from their current duties as Scottish folk singer King Creosote’s backing band. Amusement Parks On Fire are at the vanguard of the new shoegazing movement, pitched somewhere between Ride and Mogwai, while Hayley Hutchinson is a hotly-tipped young singer-songwriter much feted by Radio 2. For ticket availability, click here or call 0870 1 663 663. Uncut’s 100th issue is on sale now, featuring 100 rock and movie icons on the music and films that changed our world. It features exclusive interviews with Keith Richards, Paul McCartney, Chris Martin, Noel Gallagher, Roger Daltrey, Alex Kapranos, REM, Damon Albarn, Brian Wilson, Dave Grohl, Robert Downey Jr, Robert Plant and Ozzy Osbourne.

Uncut rounds off a successful week of gigs tonight with a rare intimate show by The Earlies. Britain’s most successful music & films monthly, currently celebrating its 100th issue, have already presented shows by Sons & Daughters and Ed Harcourt this week. Tonight (Friday August 5), the 100 Club in London plays host to The Earlies, Amusement Parks On Fire and Hayley Hutchinson, and a few tickets are still available.

The Earlies are a sprawling Anglo-Texan ensemble, based in Manchester, whose 2004 debut album brought them many favourable comparisons with cosmic rockers like Mercury Rev. Tonight’s show is their first headlining in a while, representing a break from their current duties as Scottish folk singer King Creosote’s backing band. Amusement Parks On Fire are at the vanguard of the new shoegazing movement, pitched somewhere between Ride and Mogwai, while Hayley Hutchinson is a hotly-tipped young singer-songwriter much feted by Radio 2.

For ticket availability, click here or call 0870 1 663 663.

Uncut’s 100th issue is on sale now, featuring 100 rock and movie icons on the music and films that changed our world. It features exclusive interviews with Keith Richards, Paul McCartney, Chris Martin, Noel Gallagher, Roger Daltrey, Alex Kapranos, REM, Damon Albarn, Brian Wilson, Dave Grohl, Robert Downey Jr, Robert Plant and Ozzy Osbourne.

Edinburgh Film Festival Preview

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This year’s Edinburgh Film Festival kicks off on August 17, and this year it has some cracking, Uncut-friendly movies and events in its line-up. Directors taking part in their prestigious Reel Life interview series include James Tobeck (Fingers), documentarian Albert Maysles (Gimme Shelter), Paul Schrader (Taxi Driver), Scorsese editor Thelma Schoonmaker and Buffy creator Joss Whedon. There’s a Powell and Pressburger retrospective – showing everything from A Matter Of Life And Death to The Red Shoes, A Canterbury Tale and the 49th Parallel – plus UK premiers for George Romero’s Land Of The Dead and Paul Schrader’s Exorcist prequel, Dominion. As usual, Uncut will be on hand to bring you all the news, gossip and reviews from the Festival. Check back here for regular updates. For more information on dates and times, log onto edfilmfest.org.uk or call the box office on 0131 623 8030.

This year’s Edinburgh Film Festival kicks off on August 17, and this year it has some cracking, Uncut-friendly movies and events in its line-up.

Directors taking part in their prestigious Reel Life interview series include James Tobeck (Fingers), documentarian Albert Maysles (Gimme Shelter), Paul Schrader (Taxi Driver), Scorsese editor Thelma Schoonmaker and Buffy creator Joss Whedon.

There’s a Powell and Pressburger retrospective – showing everything from A Matter Of Life And Death to The Red Shoes, A Canterbury Tale and the 49th Parallel – plus UK premiers for George Romero’s Land Of The Dead and Paul Schrader’s Exorcist prequel, Dominion.

As usual, Uncut will be on hand to bring you all the news, gossip and reviews from the Festival. Check back here for regular updates.

For more information on dates and times, log onto edfilmfest.org.uk or call the box office on 0131 623 8030.

How the Glimmer Twins Got Their Groove Back

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They may still be the greatest live rock'n'roll band in the world, but nobody expects much from a new Rolling Stones studio album these days. Indeed, it's eight years since the last one - 1997's Bridges To Babylon - and after the four patchy new tracks that appeared on 2002's Forty Licks compilation, they would never make get around to making another studio record. Yet when Uncut suggested to Mick Jagger at the end of 2003 that the Stones had become a touring-only band like The Grateful Dead towards the end of their career, it was clear that his pride was wounded by the suggestion. "No, I think the Stones have to make another studio album," he insisted. Now finally they've gone and done it with 'A Bigger Bang', a title which apparently reflects their "Fascination with the scientific theory about the origin of the universe." A notion which raises intriguing images of Mick, Keith, Charlie and Ronnie sitting around the studio reading Stephen Hawking for inspiration. Co-produced by Don Was and the band, the album was recorded in sessions in Paris at the end of 2004 and spring/early summer this year and mixed in Los Angeles. It contains 16 new Jagger-Richards compositions, which length-wise at least, puts the album in the bracket of Exile On Main Street (18 tracks) rather than Let It Bleed (nine tracks) or Beggar's Banquet and Sticky Fingers (10 tracks). What's more, it is surely their last studio album. Given the long gaps between albums these days, the Stones will be in their 70s before another is due. So there might be a couple more tours but there surely won't be another studio record. Early indications suggest that with this is mind, the Stones have defied the odds and raised their game to produce one last great album. There's none of the trendy fripperies that characterised Jagger's last solo album 'Goddess In The Doorway', no programming or borrowing from dance music or any other modern passing fad or fashion. As one Stones' employee puts it, 'They decided to borrow from themselves instead'. For the first time in years, sources say, Jagger and Richards wrote in tandem and the result is the most organic-sounding album they've made in decades. Due for release on September 5, this is what Uncut has been able to piece together about an album that might be subtitled 'How The Glimmer Twins Got Their Groove Back'... Rough Justice A kick-ass rocker, full of animal imagery about roosters, chickens, cocks, foxes and even a bat out of hell. At one point, Mick sings "put your lips to my hips and tell me what's on your mind". Let Me Slow Down One of the best tune on the record, with a great femme fatale lyric ("there's a swish in your step and a gleam in your eye") and a dramatic chorus with a lovely descending melody, "I said baby, baby, baby, let me down real slow.'' It Won't Take Long Classic "Heart Of Stone" style Mick put-down lyrics as he tells the girl he'll soon forget her, accompanied by great dual guitar work form Keith and Ronnie. Rain Fell Down A touch of New Orleans funk and a circular, clanging Meters-style guitar motif from Keith. Chugs along rather like Dylan's "Slow Train Coming". Streets Of Love Starts with mock-Renaissance guitar chords, like "Lady Jane" or "Tears Go By", and builds into a big stadium ballad, with Mick deliciously mouthing lyrics about stalking the streets of love and confessing ''I must admit I was awful bad. . .'' The Back Of My Hand Raw and dirty blues, fantastic slide guitar, wailing harmonica, Mick yelping like a cat on heat. The ghost Of Muddy Waters walks. This Place Is Empty Great piano-led ballad sung by Keith but very rootsy. Real honky-tonk-style tack piano and Keith crooning ''treat me sweet and cruel". She Saw Me Coming Mick on the prowl again - only this time his prey was wise to the old predator's tricks. Biggest Mistake Mick admits to making an error? Surely some mistake. Needless to say there's a girl at the bottom of it... Oh No, Not You Again Storming Sticky Fingers-era rocker with a lyric about ''Oh no not you again, fuckin' up my life...'' previewed in the band's surprise live set on the balcony of New York's Juilliard School when they announced their new tour in May. Dangerous Beauty Mid-tempo track on which Mick explains how he could always resist everything but temptation. Laugh I Nearly Died A simmering mid-tempo groove with Mick sounding more impassioned than in years - "Been travelling far and wide, wondering who's gonna be my guide... I'm so sick and tired... I feel so despised... Laugh? Laugh? Laugh? I nearly died." Sweet Neo Con The biggest surprise. We thought Mick was an old Thatcherite. But here he sticks it to Bush and co right between the eyes. ''You say you are a Christian , I think you are a hypocrite,'' he spits in the opening line to a tune a little like Dylan's "Masters Of War", while the chorus sneers, ''How come you're so wrong, my sweet neo-con.'' A Virgin spokeswoman in the US has already put out a panicky statement denying it's about Bush or anyone on the White House (can't risk upsetting Clear Channel, can we?). But if you believe that, you'll believe anything. Look What The Cat Dragged In Another rocker with a classic riff and typical Jagger lyric. Driving Too Fast Keith in overdrive on a pounding riff that rocks like its 1971. Infamy The album ends with Keith stepping up to the mic again for his second wasted-sounding vocal of the album.

They may still be the greatest live rock’n’roll band in the world, but nobody expects much from a new Rolling Stones studio album these days. Indeed, it’s eight years since the last one – 1997’s Bridges To Babylon – and after the four patchy new tracks that appeared on 2002’s Forty Licks compilation, they would never make get around to making another studio record.

Yet when Uncut suggested to Mick Jagger at the end of 2003 that the Stones had become a touring-only band like The Grateful Dead towards the end of their career, it was clear that his pride was wounded by the suggestion. “No, I think the Stones have to make another studio album,” he insisted.

Now finally they’ve gone and done it with ‘A Bigger Bang’, a title which apparently reflects their “Fascination with the scientific theory about the origin of the universe.” A notion which raises intriguing images of Mick, Keith, Charlie and Ronnie sitting around the studio reading Stephen Hawking for inspiration.

Co-produced by Don Was and the band, the album was recorded in sessions in Paris at the end of 2004 and spring/early summer this year and mixed in Los Angeles. It contains 16 new Jagger-Richards compositions, which length-wise at least, puts the album in the bracket of Exile On Main Street (18 tracks) rather than Let It Bleed (nine tracks) or Beggar’s Banquet and Sticky Fingers (10 tracks).

What’s more, it is surely their last studio album. Given the long gaps between albums these days, the Stones will be in their 70s before another is due. So there might be a couple more tours but there surely won’t be another studio record.

Early indications suggest that with this is mind, the Stones have defied the odds and raised their game to produce one last great album. There’s none of the trendy fripperies that characterised Jagger’s last solo album ‘Goddess In The Doorway’, no programming or borrowing from dance music or any other modern passing fad or fashion. As one Stones’ employee puts it, ‘They decided to borrow from themselves instead’. For the first time in years, sources say, Jagger and Richards wrote in tandem and the result is the most organic-sounding album they’ve made in decades.

Due for release on September 5, this is what Uncut has been able to piece together about an album that might be subtitled ‘How The Glimmer Twins Got Their Groove Back’…

Rough Justice

A kick-ass rocker, full of animal imagery about roosters, chickens, cocks,

foxes and even a bat out of hell. At one point, Mick sings “put your lips

to my hips and tell me what’s on your mind”.

Let Me Slow Down

One of the best tune on the record, with a great femme fatale lyric

(“there’s a swish in your step and a gleam in your eye”) and a dramatic

chorus with a lovely descending melody, “I said baby, baby, baby, let me

down real slow.”

It Won’t Take Long

Classic “Heart Of Stone” style Mick put-down lyrics as he tells the girl

he’ll soon forget her, accompanied by great dual guitar work form Keith

and Ronnie.

Rain Fell Down

A touch of New Orleans funk and a circular, clanging Meters-style guitar

motif from Keith. Chugs along rather like Dylan’s “Slow Train Coming”.

Streets Of Love

Starts with mock-Renaissance guitar chords, like “Lady Jane” or “Tears Go By”, and builds into a big stadium ballad, with Mick deliciously mouthing lyrics about stalking the streets of love and confessing ”I must admit I was

awful bad. . .”

The Back Of My Hand

Raw and dirty blues, fantastic slide guitar, wailing harmonica, Mick yelping like a cat on heat. The ghost Of Muddy Waters walks.

This Place Is Empty

Great piano-led ballad sung by Keith but very rootsy. Real honky-tonk-style

tack piano and Keith crooning ”treat me sweet and cruel”.

She Saw Me Coming

Mick on the prowl again – only this time his prey was wise to the old

predator’s tricks.

Biggest Mistake

Mick admits to making an error? Surely some mistake. Needless to say

there’s a girl at the bottom of it…

Oh No, Not You Again

Storming Sticky Fingers-era rocker with a lyric about ”Oh no not you again, fuckin’ up my life…” previewed in the band’s surprise live set on the balcony of New York’s Juilliard School when they announced their new tour in May.

Dangerous Beauty

Mid-tempo track on which Mick explains how he could always resist everything but temptation.

Laugh I Nearly Died

A simmering mid-tempo groove with Mick sounding more impassioned than in years – “Been travelling far and wide, wondering who’s gonna be my guide… I’m so sick and tired… I feel so despised… Laugh? Laugh? Laugh? I nearly died.”

Sweet Neo Con

The biggest surprise. We thought Mick was an old Thatcherite. But here he

sticks it to Bush and co right between the eyes. ”You say you are a Christian , I think you are a hypocrite,” he spits in the opening line to a tune a little like Dylan’s “Masters Of War”, while the chorus sneers, ”How come you’re so wrong, my sweet neo-con.” A Virgin spokeswoman in the US has already put out a panicky statement denying it’s about Bush or anyone on the White House (can’t risk upsetting Clear Channel, can we?). But if you believe that, you’ll believe anything.

Look What The Cat Dragged In

Another rocker with a classic riff and typical Jagger lyric.

Driving Too Fast

Keith in overdrive on a pounding riff that rocks like its 1971.

Infamy

The album ends with Keith stepping up to the mic again for his second wasted-sounding vocal of the album.

Madness – The Dangermen Sessions Volume 1

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In 1999, Madness’ comeback album - the all-original but underappreciated Wonderful - failed to ignite a full-scale revival in fortunes. Even the return of pianist and star songwriter Mike Barson, who’d long forsaken the band’s North London stomping grounds for Holland, made no difference. The great British public, it seemed, preferred Madness as a nostalgia act, coming together for the occasional Christmas special or reliving their glory days at a summer Madstock gathering of the clan. Faced with such a response, a return to the sources that first inspired them seems like an obvious, unchallenging move. And yet The Dangerman Sessions Volume 1 is something more than a band opting for the easy life. The song choices reveal much about Madness’ worldview and the band’s own songwriting; offhand humour, sharp insights and rhythmic joy abound. A tender and timely reworking of Marley’s “So Much Trouble” underlines their social conscience, the bittersweet tang they give Barbara Lynn’s “You’ll Lose A Good Thing” is redolent of their 1979 “My Girl” debut and the uproarious family saga detailed in Lord Tanamo’s “Shame and Scandal” could be a distant relative of “Embarrassment”. Throughout, the performances show that as an outfit sprung with a sense of fun, wiry intelligence and daring, Madness remain a one-off. They are equally adept at bringing a unique twist to the ghost dub of Max Romeo’s “Iron Shirt” as they are at handling the ska swerveball John Holt brought to The Supremes “You Keep Me Hanging On”. Madness remain an ebullient democracy. The ever-inventive saxman Lee ‘Kix’ Thompson deserves special praise - but each member adds vital touches. Despite one notable misfire – Jose Feliciano’s “Rain” failing to attain the kitsch turned into classic status they conferred on Labi Siffre’s “It Must Be Love” – it’s an enjoyably diverse and imaginative collection. Even their lopsided version of “Lola” has a deliciously ramshackle English sleaze only they could have contrived. A perfect album for ageing karaoke entrants? Far from it; even as a covers band Madness remain one step beyond. By Gavin Martin

In 1999, Madness’ comeback album – the all-original but underappreciated

Wonderful – failed to ignite a full-scale revival in fortunes. Even the return of pianist and star songwriter Mike Barson, who’d long forsaken the band’s North London stomping grounds for Holland, made no difference. The great British public, it seemed, preferred Madness as a nostalgia act, coming together for the occasional Christmas special or reliving their glory days at a summer Madstock gathering of the clan.

Faced with such a response, a return to the sources that first inspired them seems like an obvious, unchallenging move. And yet The Dangerman Sessions Volume 1 is something more than a band opting for the easy life. The song choices reveal much about Madness’ worldview and the band’s own songwriting; offhand humour, sharp insights and rhythmic joy abound.

A tender and timely reworking of Marley’s “So Much Trouble” underlines their social conscience, the bittersweet tang they give Barbara Lynn’s “You’ll Lose A Good Thing” is redolent of their 1979 “My Girl” debut and the uproarious family saga detailed in Lord Tanamo’s “Shame and Scandal” could be a distant relative of “Embarrassment”.

Throughout, the performances show that as an outfit sprung with a sense of fun, wiry intelligence and daring, Madness remain a one-off. They are equally adept at bringing a unique twist to the ghost dub of Max Romeo’s “Iron Shirt” as they are at handling the ska swerveball John Holt brought to The Supremes “You Keep Me Hanging On”.

Madness remain an ebullient democracy. The ever-inventive saxman Lee ‘Kix’ Thompson deserves special praise – but each member adds vital touches.

Despite one notable misfire – Jose Feliciano’s “Rain” failing to attain the kitsch turned into classic status they conferred on Labi Siffre’s “It Must Be Love” – it’s an enjoyably diverse and imaginative collection. Even their lopsided version of “Lola” has a deliciously ramshackle English sleaze only they could have contrived. A perfect album for ageing karaoke entrants? Far from it; even as a covers band Madness remain one step beyond.

By Gavin Martin

Frank Black – Honeycomb

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Much has changed in the world of Charles Thompson, aka Frank Black, in the last two years. He’s parted company from trusty sidekicks the Catholics, resurrected meta-hardcore gods the Pixies to unanimous acclaim, and moved from LA to Oregon. Oh, and he got divorced into the bargain. In amongst all this, Black somehow found five days in which to hole up in Nashville recording his first solo album since 1996’s The Cult of Ray. The result of a long-standing fantasy to make what he calls “a kind of Black On Blonde” in Music City, Honeycomb was cut at Dan Penn’s home-based Better Songs And Gardens studio with a dazzling cast of southern session greats assembled by finger-in-every-pie producer Jon Tiven. Following in the wake of Jeb Loy Nichols’ Country Soul Revue sessions chez Penn, Black showed up at Better Songs on the eve of the Pixies’ reunion tour, only to feel thoroughly overawed when Steve Cropper, Reggie Young, Spooner Oldham, David Hood and others trouped in and set up their music stands to back a dumpy-looking Bostonian of whom they’d never heard. If it’s hardly as bizarre as, say, Serge Gainsbourg recording in Jamaica, Honeycomb could nonetheless have backfired badly. Fortunately the sessions went without a hitch, producing an album as soulful as a former Pixie is ever likely to record. Black will never be a blue-eyed soul man, not even when he’s essaying Penn’s (and Chips Moman’s) classic deepie “Dark End of the Street”, yet the former Memphis/Muscle Shoals players’ restrained fleshing-out of his songs suits them well. Written in early 2004 after Black’s divorce came through, Honeycomb’s songs mull over the pain of loss in the detached, ruminative mode of a Leonard Cohen. “I Burn Today”, “Lone Child”, “My Life Is In Storage” and others stem from both deep grief and therapeutic breakthrough. Cohen’s influence is particular prominent on “Another Velvet Nightmare”, while the haunting title track sounds like it was sung by a laid-back Anthony Kiedis. The overall mood is sad rather than harrowing, but none the less moving for that. Unlikely covers of Elvis’ “Song of the Shrimp” and Doug Sahm’s “Sunday Sunny Mill Valley Groove Day” provide light relief. A quietly remarkable record. By Barney Hoskyns

Much has changed in the world of Charles Thompson, aka Frank Black, in the last two years. He’s parted company from trusty sidekicks the Catholics, resurrected meta-hardcore gods the Pixies to unanimous acclaim, and moved from LA to Oregon. Oh, and he got divorced into the bargain.

In amongst all this, Black somehow found five days in which to hole up in Nashville recording his first solo album since 1996’s The Cult of Ray. The result of a long-standing fantasy to make what he calls “a kind of Black On Blonde” in Music City, Honeycomb was cut at Dan Penn’s home-based Better Songs And Gardens studio with a dazzling cast of southern session greats assembled by finger-in-every-pie producer Jon Tiven.

Following in the wake of Jeb Loy Nichols’ Country Soul Revue sessions chez Penn, Black showed up at Better Songs on the eve of the Pixies’ reunion tour, only to feel thoroughly overawed when Steve Cropper, Reggie Young, Spooner Oldham, David Hood and others trouped in and set up their music stands to back a dumpy-looking Bostonian of whom they’d never heard.

If it’s hardly as bizarre as, say, Serge Gainsbourg recording in Jamaica, Honeycomb could nonetheless have backfired badly. Fortunately the sessions went without a hitch, producing an album as soulful as a former Pixie is ever likely to record. Black will never be a blue-eyed soul man, not even when he’s essaying Penn’s (and Chips Moman’s) classic deepie “Dark End of the Street”, yet the former Memphis/Muscle Shoals players’ restrained fleshing-out of his songs suits them well.

Written in early 2004 after Black’s divorce came through, Honeycomb’s songs mull over the pain of loss in the detached, ruminative mode of a Leonard Cohen. “I Burn Today”, “Lone Child”, “My Life Is In Storage” and others stem from both deep grief and therapeutic breakthrough. Cohen’s influence is particular prominent on “Another Velvet Nightmare”, while the haunting title track sounds like it was sung by a laid-back Anthony Kiedis. The overall mood is sad rather than harrowing, but none the less moving for that. Unlikely covers of Elvis’ “Song of the Shrimp” and Doug Sahm’s “Sunday Sunny Mill Valley Groove Day” provide light relief. A quietly remarkable record.

By Barney Hoskyns