With a new album out, on the 40th anniversary of their classic single “Ghost Town”, the Ultimate Music Guide to The Specials. From the 2 Tone tour to Encore and beyond, via Fun Boy Three, The Colourfield and Special AKA, your definitive guide to an incendiary political band. “Stop messing around / Better think of your future…”
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Jonny Greenwood says Radiohead side project The Smile’s debut album is “just about finished”
Jonny Greenwood has revealed that an album from the newly-formed Radiohead side project The Smile is well on its way, with a lot of the music already finished.
The band consists of Greenwood, Radiohead frontman Thom Yorke and Sons of Kemet drummer Tom Skinner. They announced their existence at a live-streamed Glastonbury event in May of this year.
Speaking to NME, Greenwood revealed that “lots” of the album is “just about finished.” “We’re sitting in front of a pile of music, working out what will make the record,” he said. “We’re thinking of how much to include, whether it’s really finished or if there are a few guitars that need fixing. I’d hope it’ll come out soon, but I’m the wrong person to ask.”
He also described himself as “the most impatient of everybody in Radiohead,” saying: “I’ve always said I’d much rather the records were 90 per cent as good, but come out twice as often, or whatever the maths works out on that. I’ve always felt that, the closer to the finish, the smaller the changes are that anyone would notice. I’d have said The Smile could have come out a few months ago, but it wouldn’t be quite as good. I’m always impatient to get on and do more.”
Of the band’s formation, he explained that the project was born out of the pandemic, coming about from “just wanting to work on music with Thom in lockdown. We didn’t have much time, but we just wanted to finish some songs together. It’s been very stop-start, but it’s felt a happy way to make music.”
There is no official release date for the album at the moment, however, Greenwood’s comments suggest that one could be forthcoming soon.
Watch St. Vincent kick off her Daddy’s Home tour in Portland, Maine
St. Vincent has kicked off the live shows in support of her latest album Daddy’s Home – you can see pictures and footage from the show below.
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The musician played Thompson’s Place in Portland, Maine last Friday (September 3), the first in a lengthy run of shows that will last until late October.
Photos she shared from the show see her flanked by The Down And Out Downtown Band, who made their debut with Clark on Saturday Night Live earlier this year, and dressed in a specially-made Gucci outfit.
St. Vincent – aka Annie Clark – opened with two tracks from her 2014 self-titled fourth album, Digital Witness and Rattlesnake, with the rest of the setlist dominated by material from her latest record.
As well as live airings for singles “Pay Your Way In Pain”, “The Melting Of The Sun” and “Down”, album tracks “My Baby Wants A Baby” and “Live In The Dream” received their live debuts. You can find the full setlist and fan footage below.
St. Vincent played:
1. “Digital Witness”
2. “Rattlesnake”
3. “Down”
4. “Actor Out of Work”
5. “Birth in Reverse”
6. “Daddy’s Home”
7. “Down and Out Downtown”
8. “New York”
9. “..At the Holiday Party”
10. “Los Ageless”
11. “Sugarboy”
12. “Marrow”
13. “Fast Slow Disco”
14. “Pay Your Way in Pain”
15. “My Baby Wants a Baby”
16. “Cheerleader”
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17. “Fear the Future”
18. “Year of the Tiger”
19. “Your Lips Are Red”
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20. “Live In the Dream”
21. “The Melting of the Sun”
The tour will hit the UK and Europe next year, in addition to previously announced festival appearances at Mad Cool in Madrid and NOS Alive in Lisbon.
Speaking to NME about what fans can expect from the shows, she said: “I’m thinking less in terms of digital and more in terms of practical – and I mean that in the theatre-craft sense.
“The band are so killer and at the end of a day it’s a show. In the past with what I’ve been it’s been like you might love it or might hate it but you won’t forget it. In this go-round, I want people to be like, ‘What the hell just happened to me?’ If people walk away going, ‘Oh, that was a nice show’ – then I’ve failed.”
Uncut’s Ultimate End Of The Road Festival 2021 Round-Up!
So we’re back from Larmer Tree Gardens – and what a brilliant time we’ve all had. The weather was perfect, the beer was ace and the music was fantastic. Did I say the music was fantastic? This was a veritable feast of live music after an 18 month fast – and it genuinely couldn’t have been any better, from Stereolab‘s rousing opening night headline shot through The Comet Is Coming‘s avant-jazz, Jane Weaver‘s psych folk, Giant Swan‘s industrial techno or the capacity crowd’s at the Uncut Q&As.
Huge thanks to Tom, Sam, Mark and Marc for immense work over the weekend.
And now, for your convenience, here’s a round up of all our EOTR 2021 blogs…
“Something to really lift your spirits” – John Grant’s End Of The Road picks
“Something to really lift your spirits” – John Grant’s End Of The Road picks
Stereolab, Kikagaku Moyo: End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 1
The “French Disko” legends headlined the opening day of EOTR 2021, with a hypnotic set perfect for post-lockdown immersion
Damon Albarn, Hot Chip: End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 2
Teary singalongs, formation dancing and chanting the “eighth chakra”
John Grant: End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 2
The electro visionary reconstructed his persona onstage, Stop Making Sense-style
John Grant: End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 2
Modern Nature’s Jack Cooper Q&A: End Of The Road Festival 2021
The Modern Nature mainman spoke to our own Tom Pinnock on the Talking Heads stage
10 Highlights From End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 3
Bring Prince back to life! Churn your own ice-cream! All this and much more…
Sleaford Mods’ Jason Williamson Q&A: End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 3
On lockdown life, working methods, the return of playing live: “It’s the same old, but it’s weird…”
Jane Weaver, Squid: End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 3
Saturday afternoon at End Of The Road is usually ready for anything. But how much anything can it take?
The Comet Is Coming, Jonny Greenwood: End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 3
Plus Field Music, Hen Ogledd, Kiran Leonard, Modern Nature and Giant Swan
Richard Dawson Q&A: End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 4
The Hen Ogledd mastermind accidentally reveals news of a new album, amongst revelations about music’s ancient spirit, “block-time” and groin chips
Shirley Collins, Arab Strap: End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 4
Plus Jim Ghedi, King Krule and Black Country, New Road
Shirley Collins, Arab Strap: End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 4
Given End Of The Road’s location in the heart of the Wessex countryside, there hasn’t been much actual folk music at the festival so far. That oversight is corrected on Sunday afternoon at the Garden Stage, although Jim Ghedi’s take on traditional song is not quite the easygoing ride some had maybe hoped for while lazing against a hedge. Playing his excellent recent album In The Furrows Of Common Place from start to finish, these are ancient (or ancient-sounding) tales of impoverishment, malady and loss, accompanied by mournful violin and double bass or the ominous drone of a harmonium. It’s sometimes harrowing stuff, but beautifully delivered and warmly received.
Nothing quite beats the love shown to Shirley Collins however, a genuine national treasure and living encyclopedia of folksong. Most artists start their set with an old one, to get the crowd onside; Collins’ first number is from 1580 (written in response to an earthquake that destroyed part of St Paul’s Cathedral). There are also May songs, sheep-shearing songs, songs learned from an “Arkansas mountain woman” and a song written with Davy Graham in 1965 that Collins recently found in a drawer. Each one comes with an illuminating origin story – and some even come with a morris dancer, to the delight of the crowd. She might not be Little Simz, but Collins knows how to entertain. The cheers after each song are long and heartfelt. “Oh, aren’t you lovely!” she says.
Arab Strap, too, play a kind of folk music, a document of contemporary mores played out through lewd tales and sticky situations. Recent comeback album As Days Get Dark found Aidan Moffat moving from protagonist to narrator, and as a result its songs sometimes lack the piquant cringe factor of the band’s finest work. But their new meatier sound and professional approach – no more rolling around drunk or trying to fight each other onstage, anyway – amplifies the drama of old favourites like “New Birds” and “Love Detective”. They finish, of course, with “First Big Weekend” – as it has been for most of us.
On the main stage, Black Country, New Road gleefully underline how brilliantly weird it is that they’ve been fast-tracked to the status of festival favourites, as if they were a cheerily anthemic Brit indie band in the vein of The Zutons or The Vaccines. Instead, BCNR’s singular offering is a kind of glowering post-rock, infused with chamber pop, klezmer, jazz and god knows what else, over which Isaac Wood sifts through the detritus of 21st century culture as if he’s voicing a particularly haywire Adam Curtis doc. They’ve been playing some of these mutant ‘songs’ now for three years or more, so no surprise they have started to sprout new limbs, demanding to wander off somewhere else. And the new material sounds like an upgrade, too: more graceful, less hectoring and abrasive, Wood picking ruefully over past relationships like toast crumbs in the sheets: “You said this place is not for any man/ Nor particles of bread”.
Another heartening aspect of Black Country, New Road’s rise is how it seems to have emboldened a whole generation of new bands to do something equally eclectic or unhinged. Crack Cloud are a similarly oversized gang of mismatched oddbods, who apparently met while helping recovering drug addicts in Vancouver. Broadly, their thing is wild, raucous and occasionally silly dance-punk – a bit of Talking Heads, a bit of Fugazi, a bit of Pigbag – that threatens to explode or collapse at any moment. It doesn’t quite generate the same mania that Squid did on the same stage the previous day, but it’s close. The kids are alright.
At first it seems curious that Archy Marshall AKA King Krule is headlining the Woods Stage over the slick and charismatic Little Simz – who is surely destined for a Glastonbury headline slot sooner rather than later. Marshall makes zero concession to stage presence but gradually draws you into his cryptic, murky netherworld. Evidently uncomfortable amid the greenery, his backdrop is a cartoon cityscape; he even has a smoky sax player who periodically appears stage right to punctuate the action, as if in a classic New York noir. A well-chosen cover of Pixies’ “Wave Of Mutilation” suits the Lynchian mood.
Marshall’s louche guitar-playing and mumbled/yelled vocals can seem self-consumed but sometimes a note of compassionate wisdom leaps out: “Don’t forget you’re not alone” or “If you’re going through hell, just keep going”. Returning for an encore, he ambles into the still-astonishing blast of youthful ennui that is “Out Getting Ribs”, released when he was just 16. Then he throws down his guitar and stomps off stage. It doesn’t seem like the intervening years or the cult success has brought him much peace, but it’s fascinating watching his weird internal fires rage.
An hour or later, as sleep beckons, a familiar descending riff peals out across the festival site. It turns out to be those Black Country, New Road scamps again, playing a late-night secret set and brilliantly covering MGMT’s “Time To Pretend”. No need for pretending any more, though. As Damon Albarn noted succinctly on Friday, “it happened”. It really, really, really did happen.
Caravan’s Pye Hastings tells his Canterbury tales: “The problems of the world didn’t affect us”
Kudos is a ritzy oriental restaurant situated just outside Canterbury’s historic city walls on sleepy Dover Street. Peering through its lime green frontage at the pink orchids and foo dog statues inside, it’s hard to imagine that this place was once the crucible of the famous Canterbury Sound. Only if you’re looking for it might you spot a small Banksy-style mural of Robert Wyatt, once the drummer and vocalist for local R&B trailblazers The Wilde Flowers, who played this venue many times in its former life as rock’n’roll den The Beehive.
We’ve been led here today by Pye Hastings, whose time in The Wilde Flowers briefly overlapped with Wyatt’s. “It was a heaving little place in its day,” he insists. “Very low ceiling, jam-packed full of people, hot sweaty atmosphere, great fun. We got paid about two quid. We thought, ‘This is the life!’” This wide-eyed attitude was to propel Hastings into his next project. On April 6, 1968, to a bemused but generally appreciative Beehive crowd, the remaining members of The Wilde Flowers completed their butterfly-like metamorphosis into the whimsical, free-flowing quintessential Canterbury band: Caravan.
“We were very innocent about what the world had in store and what was going on,” admits Hastings, who 53 years later remains the band’s singer, guitarist, chief punning lyricist and slightly reluctant figurehead. “We never read newspapers, we focused on doing our own thing. The problems of the world didn’t really affect us. You pay more attention to it nowadays because as you get older you realise that it’s important to look after what you’ve got. Whereas when you’re young, you don’t give a damn, do you? We lived in our own little bubble.”
While fellow Wilde Flowers alumni Wyatt, Kevin Ayers and Mike Ratledge formed Soft Machine, seeking new psychedelic horizons in London and beyond, Caravan stayed put, weaving the landscape and history of their surroundings into their music, lyrics and artwork. “If a Canterbury Sound ever actually existed,” says Wyatt today, “it was surely Caravan in full flow.”
Although Hastings claims they desired success as much as any other group of starving young musicians, they never compromised to get it. Shy and gawky, without an obvious frontman, dedicated to their musical craft and flippant about almost everything else, Caravan were content to let the world come to them – and, eventually, it did. Hastings would baulk at the idea of having his own mural, but he proudly relates that the music scene he helped to create is now the second reason cited by tourists for visiting Canterbury behind the Cathedral, knocking poor old Geoffrey Chaucer into third place.
David Crosby says former bandmate Neil Young is the “most selfish person” he knows
David Crosby has labelled Neil Young as the “most selfish person” he knows in a scathing new interview.
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According to Crosby, the former Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young bandmates are being kept apart by some “petty-assed bullshit”.
He told The Guardian: “Neil has got a genuine beef. I did say something bad about his girlfriend [Daryl Hannah]. I said I thought she was a predator. OK, he can be mad at me. That’s all right.”
Despite admitting his mistake, Crosby went on to call Young “probably the most self-centred, self-obsessed, selfish person I know. He only thinks about Neil, period. That’s the only person he’ll consider…”
“We haven’t talked for a couple of years,” he added. “And I’m not going to talk to him. I don’t want to talk to him. I’m not happy with him at all. To me, that’s all ancient history, man.”

Elsewhere in the same interview, Crosby hit out at Graham Nash, saying: “Graham just changed from the guy I thought was my best friend to being a guy that is definitely my enemy, so I don’t see any future there at all.”
Meanwhile, Young has criticised hosting live shows during the pandemic, and called on big promoters to cancel their planned concerts.
In a new blog post on his official website, Young labelled COVID-era gigs as “super-spreader events” and said “the big promoters are responsible” for any rise in cases that come from live shows.
“The big promoters, if they had the awareness, could stop these shows,” Young wrote in the blog post. “Live Nation, AEG, and the other big promoters could shut this down if they could just forget about making money for a while.”
Crosby released new album For Free back in July of this year. In a 8/10 review of the album, Uncut wrote: “It’s a commanding performance bringing down the curtain on a set of songs that, in the space of an economical 40 minutes, crystallise everything that makes Crosby such an alluring, vital and still relevant force.”
Faces have recorded 14 new songs since reforming
Faces have recorded 14 new songs together since reforming this summer, drummer Kenney Jones has revealed.
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The band – Jones, Rod Stewart and Rolling Stones guitarist Ronnie Wood – announced back in July that they would be reuniting to write new music after over 40 years apart.
In a new interview with BANG Showbiz (via Contact Music), Jones gave an update on work on the new material.
“We’ve done about 14 songs, it’s a mixture of stuff we never released which is worthy of releasing and there’s some new stuff which is really wonderful,” he said. “Rod is writing the lyrics and he’s really keen on it.”
Jones then went on to tease the prospect of forthcoming arena shows from the band. “Whether or not we’re going to go on a big extended tour remains to be seen. What we have decided is to do some really big gigs like [London’s] The O2, Madison Square Garden, some other big venues in America.
“Nothing elaborate on stage, just bring back the Faces live.”

Faces, who formed in 1969 from the ashes of Small Faces, formally disbanded in 1975 after Stewart left the group. Around the same time, Wood began playing with the Rolling Stones. Faces recorded four studio albums in their time, most recently Ooh La La in 1973.
The band’s last reunion performance was at the 2020 BRIT Awards, where Stewart, Wood and Jones closed the ceremony with a live rendition of “Stay With Me”.
Faces’ founding keyboardist Ian McLagan died of a stroke in 2014, and bassist Ronnie Lane passed award more than a decade earlier in 1997.
Meanwhile, Ronnie Wood has paid tribute to his Rolling Stones bandmate Charlie Watts, who died last month aged 80.
Watts’ publicist confirmed the news in a statement on August 24, writing that the “beloved” drummer had “passed away peacefully in a London hospital earlier today surrounded by his family.”
Wood shared an image of himself with Watts alongside a tribute message. “I love you my fellow Gemini ~ I will dearly miss you ~ you are the best,” Wood wrote before signing off with a trio of emojis, including the heart and sunshine symbols.
Watch the first teaser for upcoming documentary Becoming Led Zeppelin
The first teaser clip from the first-ever authorised Led Zeppelin documentary, Becoming Led Zeppelin, has been shared online, after the full film was premiered at the Venice Film Festival this weekend.
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The one-minute clip includes archival footage of the band performing “Good Times Bad Times”, stitched with black and white footage of a zeppelin.
Watch the teaser video below:
Jimmy Page was interviewed on the film festival’s red carpet, where he told Associated Press the band had received multiple film pitches over the year, but “they were pretty miserable”.
“Miserable and also to the point where they would want to be concentrating on anything but the music,” he said.
It was only after the band received a leather-bound storyboard mapping out the movie from producers Bernard MacMahon and Allison McGourty that they agreed to Becoming Led Zeppelin.
“This one, it’s everything about the music, and what made the music tick,” Page told AP. “It’s not just a sample of it with a talking head. This is something in a totally different genre.”
Becoming Led Zeppelin features never-before-seen footage, in addition to new interviews with surviving members Page, Robert Plant and John Paul Jones. Archival interviews with the late John Bonham are also incorporated into the film.
“With Becoming Led Zeppelin my goal was to make a documentary that looks and feels like a musical,” director Bernard MacMahon said in a statement.
“I wanted to weave together the four diverse stories of the band members before and after they formed their group with large sections of their story advanced using only music and imagery and to contextualise the music with the locations where it was created and the world events that inspired it.”
Richard Dawson Q&A: End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 4
“I thought Q&A stood for Quiche & Apples,” says Richard Dawson. “I thought I was gonna get fed.”
Just one insight into the workings of Dawson’s brilliantly warped worldview, in a discussion packed with plenty. Over 40 minutes in conversation with Uncut’s Tom Pinnock the avant folk figurehead behind Hen Ogledd, Eyeballs and one of the UK’s most Beefheart-like solo careers touches on his childhood love of the feel of warm chips on his testicles. His idyllic rural life spent wild swimming with seals in the Tyne. His thoughts on golf: “It’s nice putting a ball in a hole, but on such a large scale it’s absurd.”
Even the chat itself, before a large and self-confessed “lovely” audience, has what Dawson describes as “a carefully planned arc” from insecurity to delight. It begins in concerned tones, with Dawson yelling “I’m worried!” ahead of his solo set at the festival tonight and admitting that he was relieved when Glastonbury was cancelled as he was set to get one of the televised slots. “Can you imagine all the horrible stuff we’d have got on Twitter?” he says. “‘Who’s this daft bloke who can’t sing in tune’ etcetera.”
His fears are gradually allayed over a discussion ranging from troubled teenage years and twenties, spent with “one foot in the void” but driving his art, to the creation of his “comfort group” Hen Ogledd and his recent assaults on the realm of accessible pop music. “I wanted it to be the most pop songs I could write but then with lyrics that did not fit into that,” he says of 2019’s solo album 2020, “so hopefully it would make this awkward feeling. We’re not neat, structured humans, we’re messy. So I want the lyrics not to fit.”
Along the way some of the most fascinating thoughts on songwriting and lyrical exploration are unravelled. “Does music exist?”, asks an audience member, a very Dawson sort of enquiry. “Energy is always transferring,” he explains. “It’s quite an amazing bloom of energy. I still feel like it’s a living thing, a very ancient… you can tell the difference between when you’ve really made it, or constructed it, and when it just appears and lands in the room. That feels like something else and it’s your job to hone it down. It does feel like it’s some kind of spirit…a conscious ancient thing that makes itself known and you’re its servant, you have to do right by it or you’re doing it disrespect.”
And the man who recently envisioned humanity’s first intergalactic cruise on Hen Ogledd’s “Crimson Star” is, on future material, going even further out. “I was thinking about these ideas about simulation theory, this this is all a computer simulation,” he says of the “futuristic” forthcoming solo album that will act as an (unintentional) third part in a past-present-future trilogy following 2017’s Peasant and 2020. “That sort of stuff is in there a bit but also thinking about block-time…that all moments are happening simultaneously, we just travel through it.”
More immediate, he reveals, is an album due to be announced next week (“don’t tell anyone”) with experimental Finnish rockers Circle, which Dawson describes as “a heavy metal record about plants” which sprang from an unexpected collaboration for a Helsinki festival show. “It became clear they wanted me to play the whole set with three or four songs that we didn’t have,” he explains. “We spent two and a half days whipping it into shape and then I’m onstage at the biggest gig I’ve ever played with my favourite band…it’s totally magic.” No doubt we’ll like them apples.
Jane Weaver, Squid: End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 3
Around late afternoon on Saturday, End Of The Road enters its most suggestive state. By now it’s usually had its cerebral cortex prised wide open by some unhinged psych, massaged to a pulp by gentle alt-folk and mercilessly blended by avant jazz. It’s now palpable, submissive, ready for anything.
Enter Jane Weaver, Cheshire’s nightingale-voiced toast of psych folk. Over her two solo decades – culminating in this year’s acclaimed, poppy Flock – she’s built up an adventurous canon, making for a broad-reaching, if variable, EOTR hour. When she slips into funk grooves on the likes of “The Revolution Of Super Visions” she comes across as passable West Holts filler, albeit one attuned to intergalactic radio echo. But when unleashing her angelic trills on folk rock, vaporous prog or electropop tunes leaning towards Goldfrapp, she makes for the perfect mid-festival bliss-out. Even better, “Stages Of Phases” veers into chunky glam rock and when Weaver’s gauzy vocals merge with looping psych waves and motoric beats on “Modern Kosmology” and “I Need A Connection”, she dips a finger further into End Of The Road’s liquified Saturday psyche, and stirs.
Just how much can End Of The Road take? That depends very much on its reaction to the random collection of art-pop yelps, hiccups, growls and belches that constitute the voice of Ollie Judge, drummer and singer with Brighton’s Squid. Many – and they draw one of the Garden Stage’s biggest and most enthusiastic crowds of the weekend so far – find in it the same post-punk vivacity as This Heat or Gang Of Four. Prolonged exposure, however, starts to bring out its irritating edge, recalling Los Campesinos! aiming for those art-rock touchstones and hitting at best The Rapture and at worst Flowered Up.
The danger of every Squid song, then, is that the music – a similarly idiosyncratic clash of funk-punk, hypnotic noise squalls, elasticated guitars and cumulonimbus atmospherics – will draw you in, only for Judge’s vocal quirks to shunt you straight out. The effect is leavened by other band members contributing vocals too, but is only completely negated when the band build an almighty, overwhelming noise climax, as on “Narrator” and closer “Pamphlets”. Does it intrigue you? Yeah.
The Comet Is Coming, Jonny Greenwood: End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 3
Three days in and it’s time to disrupt End Of The Road’s hitherto cosy vibe. Handed the unenviable midday slot in the Big Top, knotty post-rocker Kiran Leonard responds in typically uncompromising fashion with a set of largely new material, drawn from his upcoming double album, Trespass On Foot. The subject matter is not cheery – one song appears to be about a man dying of organ failure – but Leonard’s pained, intense performance is compelling.
Modern Nature, too, have decided to chance a set of all-new songs. Looser and jazzier than before, with John Edwards providing a subtle swing on upright bass, they suit the lazy afternoon sunshine perfectly – although sinister currents continue to move just beneath the surface.
Anteloper are a great new discovery, a joyous experimental duo of crack drummer Jason Nazary and avant-jazz trumpeter Jaimie Branch. Wearing a baseball cap and a glorious multicoloured cape, Branch actually spends much of the set triggering ripples and gurgles from a desk of electronic gizmos that also appears, from where we’re standing, to include a giant tomato. When she does eventually pull out the trumpet, it’s a piercing, imperious sound, like an elephant about to stampede.
Hen Ogledd are also in receipt of the capes memo: Richard Dawson wears a blue one while his bandmate Rhodri Davies sports a magnificent yellow number, decorated with what looks like an ancient fertility goddess. Collectively they look like a troupe of medieval sorcerers who’ve accidentally magicked themselves onto the Woods Stage from the 13th century. They sing enthusiastically and in an array of British accents about role-playing videogames, intergalactic golf and a cat called “Trouble”. The latter may even be the purest pop moment of the whole weekend – and certainly the only one to feature a bass and harp solo.
Whereas Hen Ogledd are fantastical, Field Music fixate on the ultra-normal, with exquisitely crafted indie-funk songs that muse thoughtfully on getting old, paying the bills and how to be a good person. As ever, the joy in their performance is watching the Brewis brothers crack each other up with moments of ad-hoc musical dexterity. When David adds a particularly excellent guitar solo to “Disappointed”, Peter (on drums) even lets out a whoop, before laughing at himself for doing something so ‘rock’. Then they swap instruments – via a bit of fraternal banter about leaving garlic breath on the microphone – and do it the other way around. You can see why Prince dug these chaps, although the purple one never tried to rhyme “democracy” with “fiscal bureaucracy”.
Instantly, The Comet Is Coming cast a very different spell. The cosmic synth-jazz trio are all dressed in vests and combat trousers – ‘King Shabaka’ Hutchings also accessorises with Wayfarers and a white headband – as if they’re the last survivors of an apocalyptic ’80s sci-fi horror film. They certainly play as if their lives depend on it. “We’ve been developing a sonic DNA massage,” admits keyboardist Danalogue, although evidently it’s the type of massage where someone pummels your back into submission. Their set has the geometry of a EDM rave, a series of endlessly roiling peaks. Exhilarating stuff.
Things are altogether more sedate over at the Garden Stage for Jonny Greenwood’s rare solo set. Hunched over his Ondes Martinot, he plays a selection of music from his soundtracks to films such as There Will Be Blood and Phantom Thread, accompanied by a small chamber group. The music is pretty, gently involving and occasionally disquieting, but ultimately might have been better suited to an early-afternoon slot. There is a gasp of anticipation when Greenwood picks up his guitar, but it’s to play Steve Reich’s Electric Counterpoint – impressive, but not the secret Radiohead encore many were hoping for.
Instead, it’s left to Bristol noiseniks Giant Swan to put the seal on proceedings in the Tipi Tent. The duo, one of whom immediately gets shirtless and starts ranting maniacally into the mic, pump out a unique brand of pulverising industrial techno that seems initially combative but quickly becomes strangely euphoric: think Sleaford Mods meets Fuck Buttons at 6am in Berghain. It’s fantastic. Cosy? Not any more.
Sleaford Mods’ Jason Williamson Q&A: End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 3
The sign reads, ‘Stand up comedy, by its very nature is not for little ears’. Uncut’s season of Q&As at this year’s End Of The Road Festival are being held on the Talking Heads stage, a venue more suited to late night comedians. While you wouldn’t want to risk a bunch up the bracket by calling Jason Williamson a stand up comedian, you could attribute him certain characteristics of the craft. In song, Williamson is a shrewd observer of life, with an ear for a good punch line. In conversation, the same is pretty much true.
Introduced to a capacity crowd as the “kitchen folk singer in Ben Wheatley’s Rebecca” – his nascent film career will be addressed later – Williamson muses on the impact the last 18 months pandemic disruption has had on his life and music. He is cautious about his attitude to returning to live shows, post Covid: “It’s the same old, but it’s weird.” And expresses the frustration at releasing a new album, Spare Ribs, during lockdown but being unable to immediately take it out on tour.

He develops something of a routine as he digs into the anti-vax movement – “All these people have become anarchists because they can’t go to Ibiza for one year.” It develops as a riff: “Anti-vax, fascism, transphobes, the list goes on. I mean: no.” Much of this feeds into Williamson’s relationship with Twitter – the way people “send you links to an article written by someone in Arizona. Why can’t they use language to get their point across?” In a curious way, Williamson has become a spokesman for common sense.
Williamson’s open, straight-talking and honest attitude is often bracing. On five years clean from drugs, he says, “I don’t think about it… much. Or dream about it. Much. But it had to stop. Or it’d be… hell.” He is equally forthright about his attitude to Sleaford Mods’ history: “It’s not 2015, we’re not the same band we were.” He talks of bands’ 10 years cycles – particularly Oasis – leaving him to conclude they probably have another four years left before it goes wrong. He reveals that way that he and Andrew Fearn work has changed: “Andrew brings the Chas & Dave voice melodies.” He talks about performance – his own and Fearn’s initial reluctance to appear on stage. He understands, meanwhile, the ways in which Sleaford Mods have to evolve – and the means they have to do it.
Williamson crams so much thinking in to the Q&A that by the end, it feels like you’ve spent a couple of hours down the pub in good company – rather than 45 minutes in a woodland glade with sheep grazing in the distance.
10 Highlights From End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 3
Here’s a selection of curios, amuse-bouches and things that have made us smile as we wander the End of The Road site…
The Festival Post Office
Write a letter, post it in the letter box by the Big Top and get it delivered direct to your tent!
** 5 random overheard conversations
“… I brought some night wear. But, really, what’s the point in getting changed?…”
“… I’m with everyone so try and find us…”
“… and so he took a full orchestra with him…”
“… I’m thinking of converting my garage into a gym…”
“… I told my boss I was at college yesterday…”
** The petition to bring Prince back to life
Add your name and get ready for the resurrection!
** 5 books we found at the Book Tree:
Andy McNabb, Aggression
Susan Heyward, A Guide To The Advanced Soul
Michael Parkinson, Muhamad Ali: A Memoir
Jason Blume, Six Steps To Songwriting Success
Papillion
** 5 t-shirt slogans spotted around site
Krautrock 1968 Germany
I Prefer Their Earlier Stuff
Lowell George: Rock’n’ Roll Doctor
Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks (lots of these)
Sisters: Tune In, Turn On (quite surprised to see one of these…)
** 5 flavours of ice cream sold at Shepherds Ice Cream Parlour
Lebanese coffee
Blackcurrant ripple
Peanut butter and chocolate
Toffee & honeycomb
Coconut & lime
** Ice cream churning
Sign up and you can ride on a tandem around site, with a small churn attached to the back. As the bicycle moves, the churn spins… and ice cream the delicious outcome.
** Best music heard at a food stall
Shout out to the Crispy Duck for their soul and house playlist: easily the best soundtrack we’ve heard at a food stall this year
** 5 songs played at the How Does It Feel To Be Loved? children’s disco
“Birdhouse In Your Soul”, They Might Be Giants
“Blitzkrieg Bop”, Ramones
“Surfin’ USA”, The Beach Boys
“Rock Lobster”, The B-52s
“Happy Birthday”, Altered Images
** Wheelbarrows for hire
The best and quickest way to transport tired children across the site.
… and special mention: The peacocks. These five, strutting around near the Garden Stage like they own the place.
Modern Nature’s Jack Cooper Q&A: End Of The Road Festival 2021
Jack Cooper, it transpires, is dangerously handy with a garden gnome. “I used to play guitar with Jim Noir,” the Mazes, Beep Seals and Ultimate Painting mainstay – now with Modern Nature – tells our own Tom Pinnock at the first of End Of The Road’s three Uncut Q&As on the Talking Heads stage. “We played [here] and he used to have gnomes on the stage. Someone in the audience at the end was like ‘throw me a gnome!’ I threw this guy a gnome, thought nothing of it, and then six months later [Noir’s] manager got a letter suing me for breaking this guy’s hand. It was a plastic gnome, but I guess he couldn’t catch.”
Hence, the age-old tradition of “picks’n’sticks’n’garden decor” takes on a life-threatening edge during a wide-ranging discussion taking in plenty of fittingly grubby adventure. When Cooper isn’t admitting to foraging around the site after blackberries (“except they were right by the toilets”), he’s reminiscing about long and “brutal” low-budget tours across the US, where he found himself with less appealing bedfellows than the rock’n’roll dream led him to expect. One particular crash-pad in New Orleans stands out, for its claggy canine. “We got to this place and there was no furniture,” he says. “James [Hoare] and I slept in a bed that was just a bare mattress that had terrible stains. A dog came into the room and James patted it and said ‘it’s greasy’. That was bad.”
Otherwise the chat delves into Cooper’s journey, from childhood Beach Boys acolyte to teenage Stone Roses obsessive to his current struggle with improvisational jazz imposter syndrome. Along the way he confesses to his failings in keeping his many acts together. He simply “lost interest” in Beep Seals, he confesses, while Ultimate Painting “weren’t really compatible as people… we started the band and it was really exciting at first and we made an album together really quickly. Within a few weeks we’d booked an American tour and we kinda got carried along by the momentum of it. [But] the first album had an artificial momentum to it. We probably should’ve just made that one record and that was it.”
The evolution of Modern Nature provides the most fascinating discussion. “It’s all composed,” Cooper says of his freeform-sounding compositions. “There’s improvised elements to it… but it comes out from creating systems on guitar rather than traditional chord patterns. Making different geometric patterns on the fretboard rather than traditional chords. From that things will emerge that feel the same to me as writing hooks or melodies. You see these patterns emerging and take it from there.”
Despite being held up by vinyl pressing delays, the future holds a new album that, Cooper claims “feels like the best thing I’ve been a part of” and a set of all-new tracks at today’s festival. If the stage looks like a garden centre, however, stand well back.
John Grant: End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 2
One might expect John Grant to emerge from lockdown like a butterfly from a cocoon – fragile but effortlessly fabulous. Any hopes of the electro visionary having used the pandemic to up his showman game to the level of his photo shoots, and formulating a spectacle resembling the wedding party of Wayne Coyne and Alison Goldfrapp, however, are quickly dashed. Grant’s recent fifth solo album The Boy From Michigan was a beautifully reflective work of childhood autobiography and national disgrace, and Grant’s accompanying show begins suitably restrained; initially static and subdued. No futuristic birdmen or neon-painted cybermen here, just men in black riffling in electronic boxes for one of the greatest canons of the modern age.
It’s a snowball of a set. Early cuts from …Michigan such as “The Rusty Bull” are all minimalist electronic and anti-colour; “Best In Me”, with Grant’s vocals fed through retro effects, could be the sound of LCD Soundsystem trapped deep in glacial ice. It’s only with “Black Belt” that Grant begins striking cock rock poses and firing up synth rave maelstroms. Then the sonic wit surfaces with “Rhetorical Figure”, Grant whiplashing between deep bass and falsetto and pulling muscle stress poses as the song descends into its onomatopoeia-laden climax, all “wap”s, “splat”s and “gurgle”s. For the first half an hour it seems like Grant is rebuilding his entire musical character from scratch before our eyes.
Key to which, of course, are regular stints at the piano, indulging his impression of Billy Joel or Leonard Cohen playing the songs of Victoria Wood. “I did not think I was the one being addressed/In hemorrhoid commercials on the TV set,” he deadpans on the opening lines of “Grey Tickles, Black Pressure”, his self-deprecation helping to offset the horrors of a song which unravels like a tragi-comic poem, a paean of confusion and despair at an unfair and godless world. AIDS, the Middle East, children with cancer and the exploding head scene from Scanners all intermingle in his own, more personal “Murder Most Foul”.
By the closing third, the engines really ignite. Many bands have inadvertently written ABBA’s “The Winner Takes It All” again and thought they were the first; only Grant’s “Queen Of Denmark”, though, with its gruesome bursts of fuzz noise dotted throughout, makes it sound like it’s being constructed in an industrial smelting plant. “Glacier”, meanwhile, is a sublime ode of synthetic strings and therapeutic self-help metaphors: “this pain is a glacier moving through you…creating spectacular landscapes”. A spot of Bond-sized electronica and Grant rounds up with stunning piano epic “GMF” – “I am the greatest motherfucker that you’re ever gonna meet,” he declares. Seconded.
Stereolab, Kikagaku Moyo: End Of The Road Festival 2021 – Day 1
When you get to the bottom, custom dictates, you go back to the top of the slide. Certainly when you’ve brought your three-year-old to End Of The Road festival – the boutique Dorset weekender for the discerning alt-rocker – and she spots the helter skelter from half a mile away.
Ten quid and two dizzying descents later, you’re thankful for the opportunity to see 2021’s late-reviving festival season through fresh eyes. Though the more colourful extremes of the site are yet to open on Thursday – the pirate ship, Magic Garden and idyllic croquet lawn are all cordoned off with bunting – there’s no little wonder in being here at all. Hence the site teems with early arrivals, loading up on scrumpy at the Somerset Cider bus, wandering woodlands lit up with neon cactuses and putting their way through cars and giant wooden badgers on the Crazy Golf course. While the three-year-old hones in on a pair of revellers with a bubble gun, we settle, somewhat blissfully, back into the great sonic outdoors.
The bill is sadly short on visiting US acts – Pixies and Bright Eyes were amongst the headliners unable to appear due to Covid restrictions – but with Hot Chip, Damon Albarn and Sleaford Mods drafted in as replacements, End Of The Road continues to offer the finest alternative line-up of any summer, and particularly such a truncated one. Thursday’s bill seems designed to ease us in gently, echoing the routines and mentalities of lockdown: it’s all looping, repetitive motifs building gradually in intensity and occasionally freaking out and breaking all nearby furniture.
At the main Woods stage the three-year-old is surprisingly taken with Kikagaku Moyo, the Tokyo psych revivalists determined, like paisley shirted Donnie Darkos, to utilise cosmic krautrock, Floyd-ish interludes and heady sitar workouts to open a wormhole to San Francisco, 1967. Their untethered kosmische-jazz journeys are laced with an endearing delicacy, particularly in the wispish dual vocals of Tomo Katsurada and drummer Go Kurosawa. For an audience overfamiliar with four walls, they’re a refreshing reminder of far broader horizons.
The only other stage open today is the Tipi Tent, where art pop trio Regressive Left set about deconstructing ‘80s electropop and Talking Heads into melodic yelps akin to a more excitable LCD Soundsystem, between unexpected jogs around the stage. But Thursday’s prime draw are Woods stage headliners Stereolab, the perfect band to bridge the mildly agoraphobic period between lockdown isolation and rock’n’roll communalism. Familiar, soothing and hermetically sealed into their own clinically chic Gallic bubble, they demand neither euphoric mosh nor anti-social distance. There’s an urgency to their jazzy sci-fi grooves which speak to the tensions and fears of 2021, but also a timeless reassurance to their evocations of ‘60s samba lounge pop, still chaining Gauloises through a sinewy steel cigarette holder, decades on. Laetitia Sadier even reflects the simmering anger of the times: “Lo Boob Oscillator” might be introduced as “a hymn to the moon and the sacred feminine”, but a compulsive “French Disko” is retitled “fuck the Daily Telegraph” for the occasion.
Most fittingly of all, they’re a hypnotic experience, as if brainwashing away any lingering fears live music. They lock into electronic drone grooves around the core of simple in-the-round melodic loops and then push at the fringes, sometimes – as on “Metronomic Underground” – building to atonal firestorms of sound. Moments of charm abound: 1991 EP track “Super-Electric” is surprisingly sunny for a song about emotional exorcism, “The Extension Trip” is elegance incarnate and “Lo Boob Oscillator” comes on like blue-eyed ‘50s pop reprogrammed in French. “It’s such a treat to spend an hour and a half with you,” Sadier says, and the feeling is undoubtedly mutual. Stereolab weave a serenity spell which even Sleaford Mods will struggle to break before Monday.