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The 45th Uncut Playlist Of 2013, + Ryley Walker and the Sound Of 2014

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Not uncharacteristically, I’ve spent the past few days repressing a bunch of unnecessary rage about the publicity afforded the BBC’s Sound Of 2013 poll. Not so much because of the artists selected, but because of the way it effectively presents an ultimatum to new talent: have something resembling success in the next 12 months, or else people will weary of your miserable underachievement and move on to the next batch of hopefuls. It’d be disingenuous, of course, to pretend that the music industry - and, indeed, music fans – have only just become pathologically hungry for the next big thing, and correspondingly ruthless with regards to those who don’t have the requisite instant impact. But I think this calendar-anchored turnaround, this churning of new artists on a 12-month cycle, effectively compresses what was once a more flexible, if not exactly laidback, business model. It also, of course, ignores how a lot of what I’d perceive as more interesting artists develop in a quite different way, quietly assembling a deepish catalogue of music before many people actually notice them. Such, it transpires, is the case with Ryley Walker, a Chicago-based guitarist who I would’ve voted for in the Sound Of 2013 poll if I didn’t think my participation in these things was kind of hypocritical (I wasn’t actually invited this year, after declining to be involved last year in what I recall was pretty pompous fashion). I’ve been hyping Walker’s “West Wind” single for Tompkins Square pretty hard for the past few weeks; a brackish and magical seven-inch that sits somewhere between Tim Buckley’s soaring reveries and Bert Jansch circa “LA Turnaround” (Bernard Butler, a key player in last night’s Jansch tribute show, has been on Twitter repping for Walker, too). I’d thought “The West Wind” was a debut single, but – much as industry manoeuvres like the Sound Of 2013 would have us believe otherwise – the dissemination of good music in 2013 is a lot more complicated than that. A few minutes on the internet (or, now, on this blog) and you can find another great single by Walker, “Clear The Sky”… … plus a very fine live set, and a whole album of Takoma-ish guitar duets with Daniel Bachman from a couple of years back (both are linked below). I’m sure there’s more worth discovering by him out there (I have the b-side of “The West Wind”, “A Home For Me”, which I haven’t spotted online and which might be my favourite Walker song yet): let me know if you hunt down anything else. In the meantime, a lot more to dig into here: the first exquisite track to surface from Linda Perhacs’ comeback album (going to see her at Cecil Sharp House tomorrow); the new record by my favourite Sumatran devotional folk scholars, Suarasama; the Angel Olsen album, especially the bits where she sounds like a cross between Leonard Cohen and Patti Smith; Ben Chasny and Donovan Quinn’s New Bums album; Neil Young doing “Needle Of Death” in Jack White’s record booth; and Mark McGuire, who appears to have become Steve Hillage, more or less… Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey 1 Suarasama – Timeline (Space) 2 Mark McGuire – Along The Way (Dead Oceans) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGxosUuBg0A 3 ? 4 Ryley Walker – The West Wind/A Home For Me (Tompkins Square) 5 Angel Olsen – Burn Your Fire For No Witness (Jagjaguwar) 6 FC Judd – Electronics Without Tears (Public Information) 7 Ryley Walker - The Bootleg: Live at Galerie Rademann, Schwarzenberg/GER, 15-Oct-2013 (Dying For Bad Music) 8 Ryley Walker & Daniel Bachman - Of Deathly Premonitions (Plustapes) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=trTVW8dq7oY 9 Marissa Nadler – July (Bella Union) 10 Aziza Brahim – Soutak (Glitterbeat) 11 Fat White Family – Taman Shud EP (Trashmouth) 12 Quilt – Held In Splendor (Mexican Summer) 13 Black Dirt Oak – Wawayanda Patent (MIE Music) 14 Francisco Lopez – Untitled#295 (God) 15 Joan As Policewoman – The Classic (PIAS) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfXqJth6Eo4 16 Holden – The Inheritors (Border Community) 17 Thurston Moore – Detonation (Blank Editions) 18 New Bums – Voices In A Rented Room (Drag City) 19 Linda Perhacs – Freely (Asthmatic Kitty) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3n-nWy6fB00 20 Neville Skelly – Carousel (PIAS) 21 Lou Reed – Street Hassle (Arista) 22 Hiss Golden Messenger – Bad Debt (Paradise Of Bachelors) 23 Rob St.John And Tommy Perman – Water Of Life (Edinburgh Water Of Life) 24 Neil Young – Needle Of Death (Live At Third Man) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeZFOWNJ_X4

Not uncharacteristically, I’ve spent the past few days repressing a bunch of unnecessary rage about the publicity afforded the BBC’s Sound Of 2013 poll. Not so much because of the artists selected, but because of the way it effectively presents an ultimatum to new talent: have something resembling success in the next 12 months, or else people will weary of your miserable underachievement and move on to the next batch of hopefuls.

It’d be disingenuous, of course, to pretend that the music industry – and, indeed, music fans – have only just become pathologically hungry for the next big thing, and correspondingly ruthless with regards to those who don’t have the requisite instant impact. But I think this calendar-anchored turnaround, this churning of new artists on a 12-month cycle, effectively compresses what was once a more flexible, if not exactly laidback, business model.

It also, of course, ignores how a lot of what I’d perceive as more interesting artists develop in a quite different way, quietly assembling a deepish catalogue of music before many people actually notice them. Such, it transpires, is the case with Ryley Walker, a Chicago-based guitarist who I would’ve voted for in the Sound Of 2013 poll if I didn’t think my participation in these things was kind of hypocritical (I wasn’t actually invited this year, after declining to be involved last year in what I recall was pretty pompous fashion).

I’ve been hyping Walker’s “West Wind” single for Tompkins Square pretty hard for the past few weeks; a brackish and magical seven-inch that sits somewhere between Tim Buckley’s soaring reveries and Bert Jansch circa “LA Turnaround” (Bernard Butler, a key player in last night’s Jansch tribute show, has been on Twitter repping for Walker, too).

I’d thought “The West Wind” was a debut single, but – much as industry manoeuvres like the Sound Of 2013 would have us believe otherwise – the dissemination of good music in 2013 is a lot more complicated than that. A few minutes on the internet (or, now, on this blog) and you can find another great single by Walker, “Clear The Sky”…

… plus a very fine live set, and a whole album of Takoma-ish guitar duets with Daniel Bachman from a couple of years back (both are linked below). I’m sure there’s more worth discovering by him out there (I have the b-side of “The West Wind”, “A Home For Me”, which I haven’t spotted online and which might be my favourite Walker song yet): let me know if you hunt down anything else.

In the meantime, a lot more to dig into here: the first exquisite track to surface from Linda Perhacs’ comeback album (going to see her at Cecil Sharp House tomorrow); the new record by my favourite Sumatran devotional folk scholars, Suarasama; the Angel Olsen album, especially the bits where she sounds like a cross between Leonard Cohen and Patti Smith; Ben Chasny and Donovan Quinn’s New Bums album; Neil Young doing “Needle Of Death” in Jack White’s record booth; and Mark McGuire, who appears to have become Steve Hillage, more or less…

Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey

1 Suarasama – Timeline (Space)

2 Mark McGuire – Along The Way (Dead Oceans)

3 ?

4 Ryley Walker – The West Wind/A Home For Me (Tompkins Square)

5 Angel Olsen – Burn Your Fire For No Witness (Jagjaguwar)

6 FC Judd – Electronics Without Tears (Public Information)

7 Ryley Walker – The Bootleg: Live at Galerie Rademann, Schwarzenberg/GER, 15-Oct-2013 (Dying For Bad Music)

8 Ryley Walker & Daniel Bachman – Of Deathly Premonitions (Plustapes)

9 Marissa Nadler – July (Bella Union)

10 Aziza Brahim – Soutak (Glitterbeat)

11 Fat White Family – Taman Shud EP (Trashmouth)

12 Quilt – Held In Splendor (Mexican Summer)

13 Black Dirt Oak – Wawayanda Patent (MIE Music)

14 Francisco Lopez – Untitled#295 (God)

15 Joan As Policewoman – The Classic (PIAS)

16 Holden – The Inheritors (Border Community)

17 Thurston Moore – Detonation (Blank Editions)

18 New Bums – Voices In A Rented Room (Drag City)

19 Linda Perhacs – Freely (Asthmatic Kitty)

20 Neville Skelly – Carousel (PIAS)

21 Lou Reed – Street Hassle (Arista)

22 Hiss Golden Messenger – Bad Debt (Paradise Of Bachelors)

23 Rob St.John And Tommy Perman – Water Of Life (Edinburgh Water Of Life)

24 Neil Young – Needle Of Death (Live At Third Man)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeZFOWNJ_X4

Watch Neil Young cover Bert Jansch’s “Needle Of Death” in Jack White’s Third Man Recording Booth

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A specially recorded film of Neil Young covering Bert Jansch's "Needle Of Death" was shown last night [December 3, 2013] during a tribute concert to Jansch. A Celebration Of Bert Jansch took place at London's Royal Festival Hall. Among the performers were original Pentangle members Jacqui McShee and Danny Thompson, Robert Plant, Ralph McTell, Martin Simpson, Bernard Butler, Martin Carthy and Beverley Martyn. Bert Jansch died on October 5, 2011 at the age of 67. Robert Plant - accompanied by Butler - performed "Go Your Way My Love" and then joined Bonnie Dobson to play "Morning Dew" at the concert, which was staged to mark Jansch's 70th birthday, which would have fallen on November 3. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeZFOWNJ_X4 Neil Young's cover of "Needle Of Death" was recorded in Jack White's Third Man Recording Booth in Nashville on Record Store Day. In the film - which you can see above - Young appears in the booth, while Jack White can be seen in the background.

A specially recorded film of Neil Young covering Bert Jansch’s “Needle Of Death” was shown last night [December 3, 2013] during a tribute concert to Jansch.

A Celebration Of Bert Jansch took place at London’s Royal Festival Hall. Among the performers were original Pentangle members Jacqui McShee and Danny Thompson, Robert Plant, Ralph McTell, Martin Simpson, Bernard Butler, Martin Carthy and Beverley Martyn. Bert Jansch died on October 5, 2011 at the age of 67.

Robert Plant – accompanied by Butler – performed “Go Your Way My Love” and then joined Bonnie Dobson to play “Morning Dew” at the concert, which was staged to mark Jansch’s 70th birthday, which would have fallen on November 3.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeZFOWNJ_X4

Neil Young’s cover of “Needle Of Death” was recorded in Jack White’s Third Man Recording Booth in Nashville on Record Store Day. In the film – which you can see above – Young appears in the booth, while Jack White can be seen in the background.

Roddy Frame, London Theatre Royal Drury Lane, December 1, 2013

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There have been plenty of surprises and revelations in music during the last twelve months. Admittedly, perhaps not all of them have had the same impact as the sudden arrival of records by David Bowie or My Bloody Valentine; nevertheless, a Tweet on June 3 from Edwyn Collins’ label AED carried its own quietly momentous piece of breaking news. “A new @RoddyFrame record in the wind, on AED, early 2014. It’s a lovely thing, just wait til you hear it. Watch this space, popsters.” It’s been seven years since Roddy Frame’s last studio album Western Skies. Since then, he’s played upwards of 20 gigs and a handful of festivals. I remember an acoustic show at Bush Hall in October 2011: a terrific showcase for Frame’s nimble, life-affirming pop, although it made me wonder (and not for the first time) why unlike so many of his contemporaries Frame hasn’t quite been given the dues he deserves. Indeed, a month before the new album announcement in June, Frame posted on Soundcloud a demo for “Green Jacket Grey”, one of his legendary unreleased tracks from the early Eighties, offering yet more compelling evidence for his astonishing songwriting gifts. And on Sunday, during the first of three shows to mark the 30th anniversary of Aztec Camera’s debut, High Land, Hard Rain, Frame reminded us further of the calibre of his back catalogue. It’s possible to watch Frame as he bounds around the stage of the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane with something approaching jealousy. After all, there are few men in their late 40s who look like they've got the same waist size as they had in 1983. Frame at 49 is absurdly youthful, full of boyish enthusiasm - 'the sound of young Scotland' evidently persists - whether in the way he moves round the stage a little like a cat on its uppers, or in his self-deprecating between song banter. “I don't really like photographs," he says, "but tonight I don't mind. Or you can set up an easel at the side of the stage and maybe do a watercolour..." Although we’re ostensibly here to celebrate High Land, Hard Rain, the evening’s set is broken down into two halves. The first finds Frame – initially solo, then joined by bassist Amulf Linder and drummer Adrian Mehan – treating us to “a few songs from the East Kilbride period”. It’s astonishing to be reminded that Frame was writing songs this good – “Green Jacket Grey”, “Orchid Girl” and “Just Like Gold” are standouts – when he was just 15 or 16, playing them in the youth clubs of East Kilbride. Behind him, black and white images of his hometown appear: a concrete underpass, tower blocks, housing schemes, a disused school, Glasgow in the Seventies in all its glory. The High Land, Hard Rain set itself faultless. I bought the album in 1983 or so from Max’s Records in Eastbourne – a beloved second home for me as a teenager – and it’s one of the few albums from that period that I’ve regularly revisited since, regardless of how my own personal tastes have shifted. Admittedly, I have an on-off relationship with the production – the drum sound is conspicuously of its time – but the important bits (the songs themselves, that is) continue to shine. Here – with the addition of guitarist Tom Edwards and keyboardist Owen Parker to the band – everything is rendered in splendid technicolour. Opener “Oblivious” sets an astonishingly high standard - but the run of songs that follows – “The Boy Wonders”, “Walk Out To Winter”, “Pillar To Post”, “Down The Dip” – sustain the consistently high level of Frame's songwriting, full of chiming melodies and soaring arpeggios. An impromptu between song Q+A, meanwhile, reveals many useful facts. Yes, this is still the same 1953 Gibson ES-295 Scotty Moore he played on the original album. Yes, he is using a 1mm Plectrum. Aztec Camera’s first professional engagement was supporting The Teardrop Explodes on the day Ian Curtis died. The title for the album came from Highlands Avenue, Acton, where he was living while writing part of it; “If you want to go on a rock pilgrimage, the No. 9 goes there.” There’s another show tonight (Tuesday) in Manchester and tomorrow (Wednesday) in Glasgow. If you can get tickets, I’d advise you to go. Finally, please excuse the shameless plug, but here's a gentle reminder that the latest collection in our Sonic Editions series is now available. This is the new 2014 collection, which contains 25 iconic images curated by Allan and includes pictures of The Beatles, Bruce Springsteen, Ryan Adams, The Smiths, Bryan Ferry, Johnny Cash, Bob Marley, Debbie Harry and Tom Waits. Each image is available as a limited edition print, individually numbered, hand printed and framed to order, and you can click here to view the full collection. Follow me on Twitter @MichaelBonner. Photo credit: Getty Images

There have been plenty of surprises and revelations in music during the last twelve months. Admittedly, perhaps not all of them have had the same impact as the sudden arrival of records by David Bowie or My Bloody Valentine; nevertheless, a Tweet on June 3 from Edwyn Collins’ label AED carried its own quietly momentous piece of breaking news. “A new @RoddyFrame record in the wind, on AED, early 2014. It’s a lovely thing, just wait til you hear it. Watch this space, popsters.”

It’s been seven years since Roddy Frame’s last studio album Western Skies. Since then, he’s played upwards of 20 gigs and a handful of festivals. I remember an acoustic show at Bush Hall in October 2011: a terrific showcase for Frame’s nimble, life-affirming pop, although it made me wonder (and not for the first time) why unlike so many of his contemporaries Frame hasn’t quite been given the dues he deserves. Indeed, a month before the new album announcement in June, Frame posted on Soundcloud a demo for “Green Jacket Grey”, one of his legendary unreleased tracks from the early Eighties, offering yet more compelling evidence for his astonishing songwriting gifts. And on Sunday, during the first of three shows to mark the 30th anniversary of Aztec Camera’s debut, High Land, Hard Rain, Frame reminded us further of the calibre of his back catalogue.

It’s possible to watch Frame as he bounds around the stage of the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane with something approaching jealousy. After all, there are few men in their late 40s who look like they’ve got the same waist size as they had in 1983. Frame at 49 is absurdly youthful, full of boyish enthusiasm – ‘the sound of young Scotland’ evidently persists – whether in the way he moves round the stage a little like a cat on its uppers, or in his self-deprecating between song banter. “I don’t really like photographs,” he says, “but tonight I don’t mind. Or you can set up an easel at the side of the stage and maybe do a watercolour…”

Although we’re ostensibly here to celebrate High Land, Hard Rain, the evening’s set is broken down into two halves. The first finds Frame – initially solo, then joined by bassist Amulf Linder and drummer Adrian Mehan – treating us to “a few songs from the East Kilbride period”. It’s astonishing to be reminded that Frame was writing songs this good – “Green Jacket Grey”, “Orchid Girl” and “Just Like Gold” are standouts – when he was just 15 or 16, playing them in the youth clubs of East Kilbride. Behind him, black and white images of his hometown appear: a concrete underpass, tower blocks, housing schemes, a disused school, Glasgow in the Seventies in all its glory.

The High Land, Hard Rain set itself faultless. I bought the album in 1983 or so from Max’s Records in Eastbourne – a beloved second home for me as a teenager – and it’s one of the few albums from that period that I’ve regularly revisited since, regardless of how my own personal tastes have shifted. Admittedly, I have an on-off relationship with the production – the drum sound is conspicuously of its time – but the important bits (the songs themselves, that is) continue to shine. Here – with the addition of guitarist Tom Edwards and keyboardist Owen Parker to the band – everything is rendered in splendid technicolour. Opener “Oblivious” sets an astonishingly high standard – but the run of songs that follows – “The Boy Wonders”, “Walk Out To Winter”, “Pillar To Post”, “Down The Dip” – sustain the consistently high level of Frame’s songwriting, full of chiming melodies and soaring arpeggios. An impromptu between song Q+A, meanwhile, reveals many useful facts. Yes, this is still the same 1953 Gibson ES-295 Scotty Moore he played on the original album. Yes, he is using a 1mm Plectrum. Aztec Camera’s first professional engagement was supporting The Teardrop Explodes on the day Ian Curtis died. The title for the album came from Highlands Avenue, Acton, where he was living while writing part of it; “If you want to go on a rock pilgrimage, the No. 9 goes there.” There’s another show tonight (Tuesday) in Manchester and tomorrow (Wednesday) in Glasgow. If you can get tickets, I’d advise you to go.

Finally, please excuse the shameless plug, but here’s a gentle reminder that the latest collection in our Sonic Editions series is now available. This is the new 2014 collection, which contains 25 iconic images curated by Allan and includes pictures of The Beatles, Bruce Springsteen, Ryan Adams, The Smiths, Bryan Ferry, Johnny Cash, Bob Marley, Debbie Harry and Tom Waits. Each image is available as a limited edition print, individually numbered, hand printed and framed to order, and you can click here to view the full collection.

Follow me on Twitter @MichaelBonner.

Photo credit: Getty Images

James Taylor announces tour dates

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James Taylor has announced a 10 date UK tour with his band to take place in September/October 2014. Taylor, who last toured the UK in 2011, will play: SEPTEMBER 5 - Plymouth Pavilions 26 – Birmingham LG Arena 27 – Leeds First Direct Arena 29 – Glasgow SSE Hydro 30 – Manchester Phon...

James Taylor has announced a 10 date UK tour with his band to take place in September/October 2014.

Taylor, who last toured the UK in 2011, will play:

SEPTEMBER

5 – Plymouth Pavilions

26 – Birmingham LG Arena

27 – Leeds First Direct Arena

29 – Glasgow SSE Hydro

30 – Manchester Phones 4 U Arena

OCTOBER

2 – Cardiff Motorpoint Arena

4 – Brighton Centre

5 – Bournemouth BIC

7/8 – London Royal Albert Hall

Book from www.ticketline.co.uk / 0844 888 9991 or from the venue direct.

Uncut reveals albums of the year in The Best Of 2013

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The Uncut team reveal our albums of the year in The Best Of 2013, a special supplement that comes with the new issue, dated January 2014 and out now. The 52-page supplement includes our Top 80 albums of the year, with high-charting LPs from The National, Daft Punk, Prefab Sprout, Kurt Vile, John Grant and Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. The Uncut Best Of 2013 review also features the best of this year’s reissues, music DVDs, TV, films and books. The new issue of Uncut, including the supplement, is dated January 2014 and out now.

The Uncut team reveal our albums of the year in The Best Of 2013, a special supplement that comes with the new issue, dated January 2014 and out now.

The 52-page supplement includes our Top 80 albums of the year, with high-charting LPs from The National, Daft Punk, Prefab Sprout, Kurt Vile, John Grant and Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.

The Uncut Best Of 2013 review also features the best of this year’s reissues, music DVDs, TV, films and books.

The new issue of Uncut, including the supplement, is dated January 2014 and out now.

Billy Bragg – Life’s A Riot With Spy Vs Spy 30th Anniversary Edition

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The bard's compact debut plus live counterpart... There are many reasons to welcome this anniversary edition of Billy Bragg’s seven-track debut album – not all of them directly concerning the music. In an age of extravagantly bloated deluxe packages, there’s something heartening about the fact that, even puffed up to twice its original size, this expanded version of Life’s A Riot With Spy Vs Spy comes in at a shade under 35 minutes. Then there’s the discovery that the additional material, which constitutes Bragg playing the album in its entirety at a recent London show, for once sounds more polished than the album itself, though there’s not much in it: both versions feature nothing fancier than a man in a room with a microphone and an electric guitar, the latter played with fist-clenched passion rather than any attempt at finesse. A quick listen to the sophisticated Americana of his latest album, Tooth & Nail, confirms that Bragg has come a long way in the three decades since he released Life’s A Riot..., but it requires no great leap to join the dots. Hearing the original and the 2013 live set back-to-back, it’s immediately apparent how comfortably the 55-year-old inhabits these brief, urgent songs of anger, compassion and confusion. And although the highly politicised street-corner barker of legend is certainly present, Life’s A Riot... reveals that Bragg’s interests were always much broader than that early caricature allowed. The range of subject matter – love, obsession, class, consumerism, the minutiae of small town life – is not just striking but at times depressingly pertinent. The references to Anna Ford and Angela Rippon might date-stamp the album, but not much else does. “The Busy Girl Buys Beauty” remains a remarkably relevant dissection of the tyranny of must-have teenage fashion fixes and the impossible lure of celebrity. The martial rhythm guitar and rallying chorus of “To Have And Have Not” makes explicit Bragg’s debt to The Clash, and the words follow suit. “At 21 you’re on top of the scrap heap/ At 16 you were top of the class,” he sings, railing against such topical concerns as endemic unemployment and the failures of the education system. But Bragg’s real interest lies in the politics of the heart. Tenderness might well slide into mawkish sentiment on “The Milkman Of Human Kindness”, where his adenoidal honk dissolves into a sorry sob, but it’s a rare misstep. “Man In The Iron Mask” is genuinely disquieting, a slow, minor-key portrait of a tortured lover lurking in the shadows, staunch and loyal but with a dagger in his heart – and very possibly another in his pocket. The chorus line of the still-thrilling “A New England” – “I don’t want to change the world” – now seems particularly prescient given Bragg’s gradual shift towards domestic rather than political matters. On the new live version he sings the extra verse written for Kirsty MacColl, a generous acknowledgment that the song has, for decades now, belonged as much to her as to its composer. The album’s epic at almost three minutes, the tragicomic “Richard” pokes around in the lonely aftermath of love gone astray. The most melodically ambitious song on the record, its highlights include Bragg’s unlikely climb into crystal clear falsetto, and a slinky little guitar motif. In general, though, Life’s A Riot... is – how shall we put it? – economical. “Lovers Town Revisited”, which ponders that early 80s staple, “fighting in the dancehalls”, is barely a minute long, and throughout the guitar playing is similarly efficient, a blunt, trebly, nuisance-noise, intent only on grabbing the listener’s attention. Though raw and often clumsy, Life’s A Riot... still stirs. Bragg has become such an integral part of the landscape, it’s instructive to be reminded that there was no one like him when he arrived. Listening again to these songs is to realise just how much that voice would have been missed had it not demanded to be heard. Graeme Thomson EXTRAS: Life’s A Riot... performed live as an encore at Union Chapel, London, on June 5, 2013. 7/10 Q&A BILLY BRAGG What are your memories of making the album? It was all pretty much one take stuff. I basically just recorded my live set, and some of them worked and some of them I didn’t play well enough. It was a last roll of the dice for me. I was in bands that had come to nothing, and I didn’t think I had another shot. There was no Plan B. Maybe now it sounds like urgency but at the time it was a bit more like desperation! You can hear that sense of now-or-never in the grooves. I was struck by the emotional range. “A New England” was really about how all those years of the struggle in punk had come to nothing, and I just needed a cuddle. That side of Billy Bragg sometimes gets forgotten, but it’s still there now on the new album. The live disc suggests that you still connect to those songs. Oh yeah. Bollocks to hiring the Albert Hall and the LSO – get a hold of this! It’s great, I can do the whole album as an encore. I recently did an in-store at Grimey’s record store in Nashville and threw in the whole lot. Kurt Wagner was hugging me afterwards in tears, saying “I never thought I’d get to hear that!” INTERVIEW: GRAEME THOMSON

The bard’s compact debut plus live counterpart…

There are many reasons to welcome this anniversary edition of Billy Bragg’s seven-track debut album – not all of them directly concerning the music. In an age of extravagantly bloated deluxe packages, there’s something heartening about the fact that, even puffed up to twice its original size, this expanded version of Life’s A Riot With Spy Vs Spy comes in at a shade under 35 minutes.

Then there’s the discovery that the additional material, which constitutes Bragg playing the album in its entirety at a recent London show, for once sounds more polished than the album itself, though there’s not much in it: both versions feature nothing fancier than a man in a room with a microphone and an electric guitar, the latter played with fist-clenched passion rather than any attempt at finesse.

A quick listen to the sophisticated Americana of his latest album, Tooth & Nail, confirms that Bragg has come a long way in the three decades since he released Life’s A Riot…, but it requires no great leap to join the dots. Hearing the original and the 2013 live set back-to-back, it’s immediately apparent how comfortably the 55-year-old inhabits these brief, urgent songs of anger, compassion and confusion. And although the highly politicised street-corner barker of legend is certainly present, Life’s A Riot… reveals that Bragg’s interests were always much broader than that early caricature allowed.

The range of subject matter – love, obsession, class, consumerism, the minutiae of small town life – is not just striking but at times depressingly pertinent. The references to Anna Ford and Angela Rippon might date-stamp the album, but not much else does. “The Busy Girl Buys Beauty” remains a remarkably relevant dissection of the tyranny of must-have teenage fashion fixes and the impossible lure of celebrity. The martial rhythm guitar and rallying chorus of “To Have And Have Not” makes explicit Bragg’s debt to The Clash, and the words follow suit. “At 21 you’re on top of the scrap heap/ At 16 you were top of the class,” he sings, railing against such topical concerns as endemic unemployment and the failures of the education system.

But Bragg’s real interest lies in the politics of the heart. Tenderness might well slide into mawkish sentiment on “The Milkman Of Human Kindness”, where his adenoidal honk dissolves into a sorry sob, but it’s a rare misstep. “Man In The Iron Mask” is genuinely disquieting, a slow, minor-key portrait of a tortured lover lurking in the shadows, staunch and loyal but with a dagger in his heart – and very possibly another in his pocket.

The chorus line of the still-thrilling “A New England” – “I don’t want to change the world” – now seems particularly prescient given Bragg’s gradual shift towards domestic rather than political matters. On the new live version he sings the extra verse written for Kirsty MacColl, a generous acknowledgment that the song has, for decades now, belonged as much to her as to its composer.

The album’s epic at almost three minutes, the tragicomic “Richard” pokes around in the lonely aftermath of love gone astray. The most melodically ambitious song on the record, its highlights include Bragg’s unlikely climb into crystal clear falsetto, and a slinky little guitar motif. In general, though, Life’s A Riot… is – how shall we put it? – economical. “Lovers Town Revisited”, which ponders that early 80s staple, “fighting in the dancehalls”, is barely a minute long, and throughout the guitar playing is similarly efficient, a blunt, trebly, nuisance-noise, intent only on grabbing the listener’s attention.

Though raw and often clumsy, Life’s A Riot… still stirs. Bragg has become such an integral part of the landscape, it’s instructive to be reminded that there was no one like him when he arrived. Listening again to these songs is to realise just how much that voice would have been missed had it not demanded to be heard.

Graeme Thomson

EXTRAS: Life’s A Riot… performed live as an encore at Union Chapel, London, on June 5, 2013. 7/10

Q&A

BILLY BRAGG

What are your memories of making the album?

It was all pretty much one take stuff. I basically just recorded my live set, and some of them worked and some of them I didn’t play well enough. It was a last roll of the dice for me. I was in bands that had come to nothing, and I didn’t think I had another shot. There was no Plan B. Maybe now it sounds like urgency but at the time it was a bit more like desperation! You can hear that sense of now-or-never in the grooves.

I was struck by the emotional range.

“A New England” was really about how all those years of the struggle in punk had come to nothing, and I just needed a cuddle. That side of Billy Bragg sometimes gets forgotten, but it’s still there now on the new album.

The live disc suggests that you still connect to those songs.

Oh yeah. Bollocks to hiring the Albert Hall and the LSO – get a hold of this! It’s great, I can do the whole album as an encore. I recently did an in-store at Grimey’s record store in Nashville and threw in the whole lot. Kurt Wagner was hugging me afterwards in tears, saying “I never thought I’d get to hear that!”

INTERVIEW: GRAEME THOMSON

Junior Murvin dies aged 67

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Junior Murvin has died aged 67. The Jamaica Observer writes that the singer died at the Port Antonio Hospital in Portland earlier this morning (December 2). Best known for the Lee 'Scratch' Perry produced 1976 single "Police And Thieves", Murvin - real name Murvin Junior Smith - was apparently suff...

Junior Murvin has died aged 67.

The Jamaica Observer writes that the singer died at the Port Antonio Hospital in Portland earlier this morning (December 2). Best known for the Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry produced 1976 single “Police And Thieves“, Murvin – real name Murvin Junior Smith – was apparently suffering from advanced stage diabetes at the time of his death.

The 1977 album Police and Thieves was Murvin’s LP debut and saw him backed by The Upsetters. He released his last studio album, World Cry, in 1995.

The Clash covered “Police And Thieves” on their 1977 debut album. Scroll down to hear Murvin’s original version, as performed on Top Of The Pops.

Murvin’s son, Kevin Smith, told the Jamaica Observer that his father was admitted to hospital last Thursday for diabetes and hypertension treatment.

In praise of Bruce Dern in Nebraska

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Looking back on the ways in which Hollywood had changed since he started out as an actor, Bruce Dern told Uncut in 2004, “Where are the people? Where are the stories? That’s what the ‘70s was, and each of us who survived, those are the kind of movies we always wanted to make. And always will try and make. And whenever there’s one out there like that – look for us to be involved in it. I’m still trying to be a better actor. I’m still hoping I’m growing. Y’know, there’s no retirement. Shit, if you’re 80 play 80!” In many respects, Alexander Payne’s new film, Nebraska, fulfils Dern’s requirements. It gives a plum role to Dern – now in his 77th year – as Woody Grant, a grizzled, faintly bewildered retiree who undertakes an 850 mile road trip from his hometown of Billings, Montana to Lincoln, Nebraska on the dubious promise of a million dollar payout. Superficially, at least, the plot resembles another one of Payne’s films, About Schmidt. But Nebraska revives the spirit of Dern’s beloved Seventies’ cinema, too, starting with the vintage Paramount logo Payne dusts down for the start of the film. Meanwhile, you might spot the way the story riffs on Paul Mazursky’s Harry And Tonto – another loose-limbed yarn concerning a septuagenarian on a road trip – or perhaps find similarities to Peter Bogdanovich’s The Last Picture Show in Payne’s use of monochrome small town photography. The small town is a critical factor here, I think. Payne is an unusual figure among contemporary film directors in that he still references his non-California origins. Originally from Omaha, Nebraska, Payne seems to studiously avoid large metropolitan settings in his films, instead championing recognisably regional environments – in particular his home state. Events in both Election and About Schmidt take place in the suburbs of Omaha; Sideways steers a gentle course round the sleepy vineyards of the Santa Ynez Valley; The Descendents, meanwhile, abandons mainland America altogether in favour of the Hawaiian islands. As Woody – in the company of his long-suffering younger son David (SNL’s Will Forte, in a rare straight role) – make their way through Wyoming and South Dakota towards Nebraska, Payne’s film becomes a quiet requiem to the disadvantaged American heartland; half-empty diners, rusting farm machinery and boarded-up stores suggesting that a great tranche of the country is sinking into a dark economic crisis. On a more intimate level, there is also a question mark over Woody’s mental acuity: is his befuddlement simply a side effect of having nothing constructive to do with his retirement (“He needs something to live for,” says his wife), or is there something more serious going on: is he drifting towards Alzheimer’s? Certainly, David’s decision to travel with his father is motivated as much by wanting to spend what you suspect he believes is his last significant chunk of ‘quality time’ with his father as it is to do with wanting to make sure he doesn’t come to any harm. But for all this, Nebraska is often a very funny film. The scenes involving a family reunion the Grant’s hometown of Hawthorne, Nebraska are especially funny, as news of Woody’s supposed windfall turns him into a local celebrity, giving rise to expectations of payback for past debts, whether real or otherwise. The chief claimant – and, I suppose, the film’s de facto bad guy – is Woody’s bull-necked former business partner, Ed Pegram, played brilliantly by Stacy Keach. Props in particular go to June Squibb (84), who plays Kathy, Woody’s quarrelsome, foul-mouthed wife. A visit to the Hawthorne cemetery, where she gleefully rattles through the causes of death of various family members and other local residents is hilarious. She gets a terrific, although admittedly unexpected, punchline out of the word “cancer”. And then there’s Dern, triumphant as Woody, with his shock of white hair, flannel shirt and jeans, stumbling down the road, doing his best work in 40 years. As long-suppressed details about his early life – his time in Korea, alcoholism, former girlfriends – emerge, we begin to see more clearly what has shaped this largely egotistical and cantankerous old man. These are people going nowhere, in need of something to hang on to. Nebraska opens in the UK on Friday, December 6 Follow me on Twitter @MichaelBonner.

Looking back on the ways in which Hollywood had changed since he started out as an actor, Bruce Dern told Uncut in 2004, “Where are the people? Where are the stories? That’s what the ‘70s was, and each of us who survived, those are the kind of movies we always wanted to make. And always will try and make. And whenever there’s one out there like that – look for us to be involved in it. I’m still trying to be a better actor. I’m still hoping I’m growing. Y’know, there’s no retirement. Shit, if you’re 80 play 80!”

In many respects, Alexander Payne’s new film, Nebraska, fulfils Dern’s requirements. It gives a plum role to Dern – now in his 77th year – as Woody Grant, a grizzled, faintly bewildered retiree who undertakes an 850 mile road trip from his hometown of Billings, Montana to Lincoln, Nebraska on the dubious promise of a million dollar payout. Superficially, at least, the plot resembles another one of Payne’s films, About Schmidt. But Nebraska revives the spirit of Dern’s beloved Seventies’ cinema, too, starting with the vintage Paramount logo Payne dusts down for the start of the film. Meanwhile, you might spot the way the story riffs on Paul Mazursky’s Harry And Tonto – another loose-limbed yarn concerning a septuagenarian on a road trip – or perhaps find similarities to Peter Bogdanovich’s The Last Picture Show in Payne’s use of monochrome small town photography.

The small town is a critical factor here, I think. Payne is an unusual figure among contemporary film directors in that he still references his non-California origins. Originally from Omaha, Nebraska, Payne seems to studiously avoid large metropolitan settings in his films, instead championing recognisably regional environments – in particular his home state. Events in both Election and About Schmidt take place in the suburbs of Omaha; Sideways steers a gentle course round the sleepy vineyards of the Santa Ynez Valley; The Descendents, meanwhile, abandons mainland America altogether in favour of the Hawaiian islands.

As Woody – in the company of his long-suffering younger son David (SNL’s Will Forte, in a rare straight role) – make their way through Wyoming and South Dakota towards Nebraska, Payne’s film becomes a quiet requiem to the disadvantaged American heartland; half-empty diners, rusting farm machinery and boarded-up stores suggesting that a great tranche of the country is sinking into a dark economic crisis. On a more intimate level, there is also a question mark over Woody’s mental acuity: is his befuddlement simply a side effect of having nothing constructive to do with his retirement (“He needs something to live for,” says his wife), or is there something more serious going on: is he drifting towards Alzheimer’s? Certainly, David’s decision to travel with his father is motivated as much by wanting to spend what you suspect he believes is his last significant chunk of ‘quality time’ with his father as it is to do with wanting to make sure he doesn’t come to any harm.

But for all this, Nebraska is often a very funny film. The scenes involving a family reunion the Grant’s hometown of Hawthorne, Nebraska are especially funny, as news of Woody’s supposed windfall turns him into a local celebrity, giving rise to expectations of payback for past debts, whether real or otherwise. The chief claimant – and, I suppose, the film’s de facto bad guy – is Woody’s bull-necked former business partner, Ed Pegram, played brilliantly by Stacy Keach. Props in particular go to June Squibb (84), who plays Kathy, Woody’s quarrelsome, foul-mouthed wife. A visit to the Hawthorne cemetery, where she gleefully rattles through the causes of death of various family members and other local residents is hilarious. She gets a terrific, although admittedly unexpected, punchline out of the word “cancer”.

And then there’s Dern, triumphant as Woody, with his shock of white hair, flannel shirt and jeans, stumbling down the road, doing his best work in 40 years. As long-suppressed details about his early life – his time in Korea, alcoholism, former girlfriends – emerge, we begin to see more clearly what has shaped this largely egotistical and cantankerous old man. These are people going nowhere, in need of something to hang on to.

Nebraska opens in the UK on Friday, December 6

Follow me on Twitter @MichaelBonner.

Willie Nelson – To All The Girls…

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At 80, country’s king takes up with 18 assorted queens... Willie Nelson is fond of a collaboration – setting aside numerous get-togethers with fellow travellers in the country of Country, can anyone else boast a duet roster that embraces Wynton Marsalis, Julio Iglesias, U2 and Snoop Dogg? Here he plays things mostly safe with a set of country standards – including his own songs, natch – and a stellar roster of female voices. If the results are sometimes unremarkable – a rehash of Kitty Wells “Making Believe” with Brandi Carlisle and a leaden “Far Away Places” with Sheryl Crow fit the frame – the album is redeemed by Nelson’s engagement on most cuts. It hasn’t always been so – there are many jog-throughs in that mammoth discography – but a new contract and the advent of the big 8-0 have put a spring in the ol’ feller’s step. 2012’s Heroes and this year’s Let’s Face The Music both yielded age-defying highlights. So does To All The Girls. Nelson’s conversational vocal style is deceptive going on offhand, but class acts like Rosanne Cash (on Kristofferson’s “Please Don’t Tell Me”) and Emmylou Harris (on Springsteen’s “Dry Lightning”) spur him to fine performances, while Norah Jones drawls sweetly on “Walkin’” and Alison Krauss adds sublimity to his south-of -the-border “No Mas Amor”. Here, as elsewhere, Willie’s stuttering, Spanish-flavoured guitar is as engaging as vocals that have acquired the timbre of seasoned redwood. There’s the odd flounder; Nelson’s simply overpowered by Mavis Staples on Bill Withers’ “Grandma’s Hands”, and Dolly Parton’s “From Here to The Moon And Back” is string-laden syrup. He’s more at home in a 1950s Texas ballroom, playing Western Swing with Shelby Lynne on “Till The End Of The World” or whooping it up with Tina Rose on Conway Twitty’s “After the Fire Is Gone”. Needless to say it’s all immaculately played, meaning even the flat spots pass by amicably, leaving Willie’s gap-toothed grin hovering like an ancient Cheshire cat. Long may he endure. Neil Spencer

At 80, country’s king takes up with 18 assorted queens…

Willie Nelson is fond of a collaboration – setting aside numerous get-togethers with fellow travellers in the country of Country, can anyone else boast a duet roster that embraces Wynton Marsalis, Julio Iglesias, U2 and Snoop Dogg? Here he plays things mostly safe with a set of country standards – including his own songs, natch – and a stellar roster of female voices. If the results are sometimes unremarkable – a rehash of Kitty Wells “Making Believe” with Brandi Carlisle and a leaden “Far Away Places” with Sheryl Crow fit the frame – the album is redeemed by Nelson’s engagement on most cuts.

It hasn’t always been so – there are many jog-throughs in that mammoth discography – but a new contract and the advent of the big 8-0 have put a spring in the ol’ feller’s step. 2012’s Heroes and this year’s Let’s Face The Music both yielded age-defying highlights. So does To All The Girls. Nelson’s conversational vocal style is deceptive going on offhand, but class acts like Rosanne Cash (on Kristofferson’s “Please Don’t Tell Me”) and Emmylou Harris (on Springsteen’s “Dry Lightning”) spur him to fine performances, while Norah Jones drawls sweetly on “Walkin’” and Alison Krauss adds sublimity to his south-of -the-border “No Mas Amor”. Here, as elsewhere, Willie’s stuttering, Spanish-flavoured guitar is as engaging as vocals that have acquired the timbre of seasoned redwood.

There’s the odd flounder; Nelson’s simply overpowered by Mavis Staples on Bill Withers’ “Grandma’s Hands”, and Dolly Parton’s “From Here to The Moon And Back” is string-laden syrup. He’s more at home in a 1950s Texas ballroom, playing Western Swing with Shelby Lynne on “Till The End Of The World” or whooping it up with Tina Rose on Conway Twitty’s “After the Fire Is Gone”. Needless to say it’s all immaculately played, meaning even the flat spots pass by amicably, leaving Willie’s gap-toothed grin hovering like an ancient Cheshire cat. Long may he endure.

Neil Spencer

Roddy Frame plays Aztec Camera’s High Land, Hard Rain in full at 30th anniversary show

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Roddy Frame played Aztec Camera's High Land, Hard Rain in full last night [December 1] at the first of three shows to mark the album's 30th anniversary. The show - at London's Theatre Royal, Drury Lane - ran across two sets. The first set featured both Frame solo and accompanied by bassist Amulf L...

Roddy Frame played Aztec Camera’s High Land, Hard Rain in full last night [December 1] at the first of three shows to mark the album’s 30th anniversary.

The show – at London’s Theatre Royal, Drury Lane – ran across two sets.

The first set featured both Frame solo and accompanied by bassist Amulf Linder and drummer Adrian Mehan. It consisted of pre-High Land, Hard Rain recordings, rarities and b-sides – including a performance of “Green Jacket Grey“, an unreleased song long rumoured to have been the title track for an album Aztec Camera recorded for the Postcard label.

The set set featured Frame accompanied by a full band – Linder, Mehan, guitarist Tom Edwards and keyboardist Owen Parker – for a performance of High Land, Hard Rain in order. During introductions to the songs, Frame revealed the title for the album came from Highlands Avenue, Acton, where he was living while writing part of it. He also revealed that Aztec Camera’s first professional engagement was supporting The Teardrop Explodes on the day of Ian Curtis’ suicide.

Frame will continue his High Land, Hard Rain shows on Tuesday, December 3 at The Bridgewater Hall, Manchester and Wednesday, December 4 at Glasgow Royal Concert Hall.

A vinyl-only reissue of High Land, Hard Rain is available now; a new Roddy Frame album is due for release in 2014.

Roddy Frame played:

FIRST SET

(Solo Acoustic)

Birth Of The True

How Men Are

Spanish Horses

Small World

The Spirit Shows

Just Like Gold

(Trio)

Green Jacket Grey

Orchid Girl

INTERMISSION

SECOND SET

High Land Hard Rain

Oblivious

The Boy Wonders

Walk Out to Winter

The Bugle Sounds Again

We Could Send Letters

Pillar to Post

Release

Lost Outside the Tunnel

Back on Board

Down the Dip

ENCORE

Killermont Street

Bigger Brighter Better

Somewhere In My Heart

Kim Shattuck leaves Pixies

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Kim Shattuck has revealed that her time playing with Pixies has come to an end. The bass player joined the band this summer after Kim Deal left the band. She posted the news of her departure on Twitter and Facebook, saying she was "disappointed" with the decision. In a recent interview with NME it...

Kim Shattuck has revealed that her time playing with Pixies has come to an end.

The bass player joined the band this summer after Kim Deal left the band. She posted the news of her departure on Twitter and Facebook, saying she was “disappointed” with the decision.

In a recent interview with NME it was revealed that Kim Deal had left the band in October 2012, though the news wasn’t announced until June 2013. Shattuck did not speak to NME during the interview – which was published earlier this month (November 23), suggesting there may have been friction within the group. Black Francis declined to say why she wouldn’t be taking part in the interview, simply saying: “I guess you could ask our manager”.

Meanwhile, Pixies have been announced as the first headline act of next year’s Field Day in London. The festival, which will expand to a two day event when it takes place over one weekend next year, confirmed that the band will headline on Sunday, June 8, 2014. For more information, see Field Day’s website.

The Who release first-ever digital box set app

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The Who have released a brand new iPad digital box set app, to complement the recently-released deluxe and super Deluxe editions of Tommy. The app, which has been described as the band's record label, Universal, as "the world's first-ever digital box set" is available on tablets and smart phones. ...

The Who have released a brand new iPad digital box set app, to complement the recently-released deluxe and super Deluxe editions of Tommy.

The app, which has been described as the band’s record label, Universal, as “the world’s first-ever digital box set” is available on tablets and smart phones.

Users can download the app for free from the iTunes store.

If they already have Tommy in their iTunes music collection they can play the full tracks on tablet devices along with the visuals and extra features that accompany the super deluxe set. If not, they can play 90-second edited previews through iTunes and buy them directly.

The book written by Richard Barnes, Mike McInnerney’s original artwork and photos included in the box are available to flip through and view using the pinch and swipe navigation of the iPad. As with the music, the photos and the book are included in the in-app purchase mechanic.

The digital box set also includes: a built-in music player (functional whilst reading the book and exploring the photos). The video section includes five tracks streamed into the app taken from The Who’s Live At The Coliseum ’69 show; a specially-developed Pinball Game as well as links to the official Who site, official store and social channels.

Bob Dylan sued for alleged “racism”

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Bob Dylan is being sued for alleged 'racism'. According to Slate.Fr – via Business Insider – a Croatian community association in France is suing Dylan for comments he made in the September issue of the French version of Rolling Stone magazine. In response to a question about whether he sees pa...

Bob Dylan is being sued for alleged ‘racism’.

According to Slate.Fr – via Business Insider – a Croatian community association in France is suing Dylan for comments he made in the September issue of the French version of Rolling Stone magazine.

In response to a question about whether he sees parallels between Civil War-era America and the US of today, Dylan said: “Mmm, I don’t know how to put it. It’s like . . . the United States burned and destroyed itself for the sake of slavery. The USA wouldn’t give it up. It had to be grinded out. The whole system had to be ripped out with force. A lot of killing. What, like, 500,000 people? A lot of destruction to end slavery. And that’s what it really was all about.

“This country is just too fucked up about colour. It’s a distraction. People at each other’s throats just because they are of a different colour. It’s the height of insanity, and it will hold any nation back – or any neighbourhood back. Or any anything back. Blacks know that some whites didn’t want to give up slavery – that if they had their way, they would still be under the yoke, and they can’t pretend they don’t know that.

“If you got a slave master or Klan in your blood, blacks can sense that. That stuff lingers to this day. Just like Jews can sense Nazi blood and the Serbs can sense Croatian blood.”

It is that final line that has got the attention of The Council Of Croats in France, who have taken offence to the comment and are suing Dylan and the French version of Rolling Stone.

According to the International Business Times, Vlatko Marić, secretary general of the organization, said: “It is an incitement to hatred. You cannot compare Croatian criminals to all Croats. But we have nothing against Rolling Stone magazine or Bob Dylan as a singer.”

You can read our review of Dylan’s Glasgow Clyde Auditorium shows from November 18, 19 and 20 here.

You can read our review of Dylan’s Albert Hall show from November 26 here.

Gene Clark – The Byrd Who Flew Alone

A dark chronicle of his life and works... For all that Gene Clark’s story is as peculiar as its wilful, idiosyncratic and volatile subject, it is also one of the most trodden trajectories in modern popular mythology. “Take a group of young men,” sighs one of Clark’s collaborators, David Crosby, “give them some money, introduce them to drugs… I don’t think there was anything wrong with the fact that we all of a sudden got laid a lot. But the money and the drugs. . . that’ll do it every time.” The Byrd Who Flew Alone is subtitled “The Triumphs And Tragedy Of Gene Clark”. It’s a straightforward chronicling of Clark’s life and his works, which never quite permits itself to become a celebration of his extraordinary and resonant gifts. This is partly because of an implicit suggestion that maybe the determinedly diffident Clark could or should have done (or at least sold) more, mostly because everyone knows how this particular cautionary fable ends: dead at 46, killed by a bleeding ulcer engendered by decades of drink and drugs, topped terminally up via the windfall generated by Tom Petty covering one of his oldest songs (“I’ll Feel A Whole Lot Better”, an irony about as leaden as they come). We’re told how Clark grew up poor, raised along with 12 siblings on the outskirts of Kansas City in a house without indoor plumbing. He was famous before he was out of his teens, recruited from his high school rock band by The New Christy Minstrels. He wearied, not unreasonably, of the Minstrels’ wholesome folk (in the archive footage of this period, Clark is conspicuously awkward in a suit and side-parting). Arriving in Los Angeles in 1964, he wandered into The Troubadour and saw Roger McGuinn playing American folk tunes rearranged in somewhat Beatlesesque fashion. Clark joined The Byrds. He was a megastar before he was 21. As The Byrd Who Flew Alone tells it, Clark spent his remaining 26 years struggling, with infrequent success, to reconcile an internal riot of contradictory instincts as he proceeded, as McGuinn recalls it, “From innocent country boy to road weary and just tired of it all”. Clark was at once a purist artist and a swaggering rock star. He craved pastoral simplicity, yet spent his money on Porsches and Ferraris. He never appeared happier than when playing music, but hated touring. He treasured the independence his success paid for, but paid little attention to his finances. He wanted to be left alone, but missed the applause when it wasn’t there. He was neither the first nor the last to attempt to drink, smoke, snort and shoot his way through these contradictions. Everyone who knew him speaks of him with a kind of affectionate sorrow. Yet the music that interrupts the rueful testimonies of family, friends and colleagues sounds nothing like failure. Though The Byrd Who Flew Alone does a serviceable job of relating Clark’s biography, it is difficult not to wish it dwelt a little less on how Clark screwed his health and life up, and a little more on the astonishing music he created despite the best efforts of his legion demons. The film – correctly – brackets Clark alongside the even more wretchedly self-destructive Gram Parsons as a godfather of modern Americana, but seems generally more intent on wringing its hands than applauding. In fairness, this is probably only to be expected when so many of the talking heads – including Clark’s wife, his kids, a brother and a sister, Crosby, McGuinn and Chris Hillman – are recalling first and foremost a husband, father, sibling or friend, rather than a musician. For those of us who weren’t obliged to worry about what his work was costing him, the niggling subtext to the effect that Clark under-achieved is risible. He was the principal songwriter on The Byrds’ first two albums. The solo records he made in the late 60s – one with the Gosdin Brothers, two with bluegrass maestro Doug Dillard – are pretty much the lodestone of country rock, for better (The Byrds, in cahoots with Parsons, finally caught up with Clark on Sweetheart Of The Rodeo) and for worse (Bernie Leadon, who played bass on the Dillard albums, later joined The Eagles, and took “Train Leaves Here This Morning With Him”). His 1974 album, No Other, is rightly described here by Sid Griffin as a classic. And the songs breathe still: Robert Plant and Alison Krauss’s 2007 stunner Raising Sand contained two Clark compositions. It is indisputably sad and outrageous that Clark’s name is not better known, but such is the fate of pathfinders in all fields: the ground they clear, often at considerable risk, ends up profitably settled by the meeker spirits who follow them. The Byrd Who Flew Alone is a richly merited monument, if one less succinct than Clark’s actual monument, a simple gravestone in his birthplace of Tipton, Missouri, which reads “Harold Eugene Clark: No Other.” Indeed. Andrew Mueller

A dark chronicle of his life and works…

For all that Gene Clark’s story is as peculiar as its wilful, idiosyncratic and volatile subject, it is also one of the most trodden trajectories in modern popular mythology. “Take a group of young men,” sighs one of Clark’s collaborators, David Crosby, “give them some money, introduce them to drugs… I don’t think there was anything wrong with the fact that we all of a sudden got laid a lot. But the money and the drugs. . . that’ll do it every time.”

The Byrd Who Flew Alone is subtitled “The Triumphs And Tragedy Of Gene Clark”. It’s a straightforward chronicling of Clark’s life and his works, which never quite permits itself to become a celebration of his extraordinary and resonant gifts. This is partly because of an implicit suggestion that maybe the determinedly diffident Clark could or should have done (or at least sold) more, mostly because everyone knows how this particular cautionary fable ends: dead at 46, killed by a bleeding ulcer engendered by decades of drink and drugs, topped terminally up via the windfall generated by Tom Petty covering one of his oldest songs (“I’ll Feel A Whole Lot Better”, an irony about as leaden as they come).

We’re told how Clark grew up poor, raised along with 12 siblings on the outskirts of Kansas City in a house without indoor plumbing. He was famous before he was out of his teens, recruited from his high school rock band by The New Christy Minstrels. He wearied, not unreasonably, of the Minstrels’ wholesome folk (in the archive footage of this period, Clark is conspicuously awkward in a suit and side-parting). Arriving in Los Angeles in 1964, he wandered into The Troubadour and saw Roger McGuinn playing American folk tunes rearranged in somewhat Beatlesesque fashion. Clark joined The Byrds. He was a megastar before he was 21.

As The Byrd Who Flew Alone tells it, Clark spent his remaining 26 years struggling, with infrequent success, to reconcile an internal riot of contradictory instincts as he proceeded, as McGuinn recalls it, “From innocent country boy to road weary and just tired of it all”. Clark was at once a purist artist and a swaggering rock star. He craved pastoral simplicity, yet spent his money on Porsches and Ferraris. He never appeared happier than when playing music, but hated touring. He treasured the independence his success paid for, but paid little attention to his finances. He wanted to be left alone, but missed the applause when it wasn’t there. He was neither the first nor the last to attempt to drink, smoke, snort and shoot his way through these contradictions. Everyone who knew him speaks of him with a kind of affectionate sorrow.

Yet the music that interrupts the rueful testimonies of family, friends and colleagues sounds nothing like failure. Though The Byrd Who Flew Alone does a serviceable job of relating Clark’s biography, it is difficult not to wish it dwelt a little less on how Clark screwed his health and life up, and a little more on the astonishing music he created despite the best efforts of his legion demons. The film – correctly – brackets Clark alongside the even more wretchedly self-destructive Gram Parsons as a godfather of modern Americana, but seems generally more intent on wringing its hands than applauding. In fairness, this is probably only to be expected when so many of the talking heads – including Clark’s wife, his kids, a brother and a sister, Crosby, McGuinn and Chris Hillman – are recalling first and foremost a husband, father, sibling or friend, rather than a musician.

For those of us who weren’t obliged to worry about what his work was costing him, the niggling subtext to the effect that Clark under-achieved is risible. He was the principal songwriter on The Byrds’ first two albums. The solo records he made in the late 60s – one with the Gosdin Brothers, two with bluegrass maestro Doug Dillard – are pretty much the lodestone of country rock, for better (The Byrds, in cahoots with Parsons, finally caught up with Clark on Sweetheart Of The Rodeo) and for worse (Bernie Leadon, who played bass on the Dillard albums, later joined The Eagles, and took “Train Leaves Here This Morning With Him”). His 1974 album, No Other, is rightly described here by Sid Griffin as a classic. And the songs breathe still: Robert Plant and Alison Krauss’s 2007 stunner Raising Sand contained two Clark compositions.

It is indisputably sad and outrageous that Clark’s name is not better known, but such is the fate of pathfinders in all fields: the ground they clear, often at considerable risk, ends up profitably settled by the meeker spirits who follow them. The Byrd Who Flew Alone is a richly merited monument, if one less succinct than Clark’s actual monument, a simple gravestone in his birthplace of Tipton, Missouri, which reads “Harold Eugene Clark: No Other.” Indeed.

Andrew Mueller

Jack White’s Third Man Records release special guitar pedal

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Jack White's Third Man Records have created a special guitar pedal, called The Bumble Buzz. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpK0CTEZGe8 The Bumble Buzz effects pedal is only available at the Third Man store in Nashville and online at Thirdmanrecords.com. The pedal is a special Black Friday release ...

Jack White‘s Third Man Records have created a special guitar pedal, called The Bumble Buzz.

The Bumble Buzz effects pedal is only available at the Third Man store in Nashville and online at Thirdmanrecords.com. The pedal is a special Black Friday release and goes on sale at 10am (CT) on November 29, sold in a wooden box complete with custom bandana. Click above to see Jack using the fuzz pedal in a video clip.

The pedal was made by Union Tube and Transistor and has been based on the pedal they made for Jack to use on his version of Little Willie John’s ‘I’m Shakin”, which featured on his 2012 solo debut Blunderbuss. A limited edition yellow version designed by Rob Jones is also available for Third Man Records’ Platinum Vault members to purchase.

Meanwhile, Third Man Records recently teamed up with Nashville Rescue Mission to hold the ‘Great Third Man Turkey Drive’, where customers at the Third Man Records store could donate turkeys or other essential items such as non-perishable food and winter clothing for The Nashville Rescue Mission’s Thanksgiving banquet, which provides turkeys for the city’s underprivileged families.

White is currently working on new songs with his band The Dead Weather, a tweet from his Third Man Records label revealed in August. The band are holed up in the Third Man studio in Nashville working on the album.

Mark Lanegan – Album By Album

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As Mark Lanegan prepares to release a career-spanning compilation, Has God Seen My Shadow? An Anthology 1989-2011, early in 2014, we look back at March 2012’s Uncut (Take 178), where the Screaming Trees frontman and solo artist discusses the highs and lows of his catalogue, from collaborating with...

As Mark Lanegan prepares to release a career-spanning compilation, Has God Seen My Shadow? An Anthology 1989-2011, early in 2014, we look back at March 2012’s Uncut (Take 178), where the Screaming Trees frontman and solo artist discusses the highs and lows of his catalogue, from collaborating with Kurt Cobain, attempting to thrown session tapes into a river and embracing the synthesizer. Interview: Alastair McKay

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His reputation precedes him. Over a 25-year recording career that began with grunge godfathers Screaming Trees and has included collaborations with Kurt Cobain, Greg Dulli (ex-Afghan Whigs) and Queens Of The Stone Age, Mark Lanegan has established himself as an artist who prefers to walk on the shady side of the street. The pain he sings about isn’t an act: he’s wrestled with addiction, and tried the patience of several producers during an erratically brilliant solo career that continues with the release of the (relatively) upbeat Blues Funeral. On his solo recordings, he’s moved from confessional folk to ’80s-influenced gothic rock. So it’s a welcome surprise to find this tattooed giant in cheerful mood. “I’m very happy these days,” Lanegan says with a dry chuckle. “I’m a little less dark. Though I still hold a daily séance!”

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SCREAMING TREES – BUZZ FACTORY

(SST, 1989)

The Trees journey from Ellensberg to Seattle, hone hard rock/psychedelic influences and tap into energy of grunge

Before we did that, we did an entire double album and nobody was happy with the way it sounded. I know that sounds expensive, but back then we made records for a thousand dollars, so it was two thousand to make that record. We made it in a week. But we didn’t like it. Right about then I also heard the first Mudhoney EP, “Superfuzz Bigmuff”. Hearing Mudhoney made me feel like we were total pussies, because when you hear the bass and the drums, everything’s out there. I said, “We gotta get the guy who did this to do our record.” It was Jack Endino. So we went to Seattle – I slept on the floor at my sister’s – and made it in four or five days. We used maybe one of the songs from the double album; they were all new songs. [Lead guitarist] Gary Lee Conner wrote excessively, he’d write two, three or four a day sometimes: fully formed songs. He was just a machine. And the one song that came from the double album we ended up leaving off the record! It still didn’t have the power of the Mudhoney EP but it was a lot closer to being representative of what we sounded like live. And that was our first experience of working with Jack – it was great.

MARK LANEGAN – THE WINDING SHEET

(Sub Pop, 1990)

Abortive Kurt Cobain collaboration leads to stark first solo outing

Me and Kurt Cobain were both listening to a bunch of Lead Belly and diggin’ it. We thought: let’s do an EP of all Lead Belly songs. We did a couple, and both of us were like, “Nah, this is a bad concept.” We set it aside. [Sub Pop label boss] Jon Poneman came in and said, “Shame you guys didn’t finish that record, why don’t you make a solo record?” I couldn’t play guitar, and had only written some words for the Trees – which consisted of taking words that were already written and changing some to make them have some semblance of personality. Jon told me what they would give me for making the record. I was working in a warehouse, and I thought, ‘You know what, I could fuckin’ quit that job and live high on the hog!’ I got a Mel Bay chord book, and at the end of the day when I was lowering my last conveyor belt of boxes I would come up with a melody. I would have it in my mind on the bus all the way home. I would get home and find the chords. I did it the first day that I tried, and I did it 10, 12 more times, and I also took one of the songs from Kurt and I’s session, “Where Did You Sleep Last Night?”. I mainly saw it through because of the financial inducements, but I’m glad I did.

MARK LANEGAN – WHISKEY FOR THE HOLY GHOST

(Sub Pop, 1994)

Modest attempt to write Astral Weeks turns into Fitzcarraldo

I had heard Astral Weeks, and heard how it was made. I thought, ‘I’m going to make a record like that: really fast.’ So I found a jazz bass player and went to do some songs. What I wanted to do in three days ended up taking almost three years, in many different studios with many different guys. Basically, I lost my mind. I would have it in my grasp, and then would see another possibility. That was the form of my illness. I couldn’t be nailed down. I continued to generate more material. I would mix stuff four or five times. And I’m talking about intricate sessions.

I had started this other record with Terry Date, who did the first Trees record on a major, then moved on to several other guys and finally got around to Jack Endino again. We were trying to mix a song that I thought would be easy – but on the second day I was trying to figure out why it wouldn’t move forward and be the way I wanted to hear it – this is two, three years into the making of that record… I was like, you know, “Fuck this!” There was a creek out back, I grabbed the tapes, I was actually walking through the yard and he grabbed a hold of me and said: “No fucking way am I going to let you do that.” I was like, “Dude, I’m over this, I need to get rid of it.” I realised it was making me crazier, and I wanted to be clear of it.

I was deep in addiction for the entire thing. I travelled the world that way. I went to my sister’s house for Christmas dinner that way. I thought about music this way: it’s something that I have to do. But it was really a means to an end. It facilitated my lifestyle. Which included a need for a lot of money on a daily basis. It was like Fitzcarraldo – it was like dragging a boat over a mountain. But that was something I was compelled to keep doing. Only because I love music. I could have, at any point, put that record out, and it would have been fine. But I was compelled: despite all the extraneous bullshit I was putting myself through, I wanted it to be great. And I couldn’t be satisfied that it was great even when it was finished. Or even today. I’m surprised it ever got finished really. But it came as a relief, to finally let it go.

SCREAMING TREES – DUST

(Epic, 1996)

Trees reluctantly embrace big rock sound on their final studio album

That was the last real record we made. It wasn’t an easy time, mainly because of band relations. Also my personal problems made it difficult to get anything done. We had already done the basics for a record [with Don Fleming] that couldn’t be finished. It was another year before we started this one. George Drakoulias had been one of the guys we’d talked about when we first started with Epic, and we were like “No!” We were paranoid about sounding good. Although I did want an update on the sound I was wary of sounding like Black Crowes, for instance, who George produced. So we went with Terry Date, who we knew. That was a good choice. But later, we were like, “Ach, you know, I wonder if that guy George is still available?” And he was. In that regard, it was a great experience. Benmont [Tench] from the Heartbreakers played on some of that stuff – he played two Mellotrons, one with each hand, at the same time. George was, still is, a great guy to be around. But my perception is that my personal stuff overruled everything, and I’m sure those guys would agree – it made everything difficult. Although I was trying to do my best, it was not to be!

QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE – SONGS FOR THE DEAF

(Interscope, 2002)

Collaboration with Josh Homme on Desert Sessions leads to full membership of QOTSA on album simulating a drive from Los Angeles to Joshua Tree

Josh had toured as guitarist with the Trees on Dust, so we knew each other really well. He actually asked me to be on the first Queens record, but that was not to be, because of my problems. I did some singing on the second one, and then started touring with those guys. In between that, I did the Desert Sessions [Volumes 7 & 8] which I only worked on

for a day because I was working on a solo record at the same time. And the best thing about that was meeting Alain [Johannes] – and the song that I did for that record, which Al and Josh wrote, “Hangin’ Tree”, ended up on the next one [Songs For The Death], so I just joined. My circle of friends, musician-wise, wasn’t huge. I only knew these certain guys. Working with Josh has always been so much fun. The result is serious, but the process is a lot of comedy. Writing lyrics with him is one of the funnest things that I do. I can’t really describe it but he’s a really funny guy, and when we work together, it’s a comedy, basically. You either laugh or cry, almost!

MARK LANEGAN BAND – BUBBLEGUM

(Beggars Banquet, 2004)

Confessional album, with a more rounded sound and collaborations with the likes of PJ Harvey

I always start from some personal place. Some are more fictional, some are more based on reality, but they all do start from something real. So in that way, it is confessional, but no more so than the rest of them. When we first convened I went MIA for the first month, which caused Chris Goss – who was trying to produce it – dismay. Then I came back and was so over-the-top involved that it caused him further dismay. I burnt him out and moved on to somebody else. There were a lot of the same behaviours as on Whiskey…, but in a more condensed time period. I distilled the qualities that had made me so much fun to work with before! The guy who mixed the stuff that Chris produced said I was like Russell Crowe in A Beautiful Mind. But it got done. Actually I enjoyed it. I just don’t know if the guys who were forced to work with me enjoyed it – I know some of them did not. But at the end I was pleased, because I didn’t want to make another dusty strings record. I wanted to make something that I might listen to, like Can or Kraftwerk.

ISOBEL CAMPBELL & MARK LANEGAN – BALLAD OF THE BROKEN SEAS

(V2, 2006)

Cast as Isobel Campbell’s bit-of-rough, Lanegan embraces his inner Lee Hazlewood

All the records I’ve made with Isobel are really special to me. That one in particular. I was a fan of Belle & Sebastian, but I was also a bigger fan of the Gentle Waves records she made. When she contacted me, I was thrilled. I guess she didn’t really know who I was, but she had heard my voice and thought I would do for something she was doing. But after we did this EP, “Ramblin’ Man”, we met in Glasgow and got along really well. I said, “I want to make a record together,” and she was like, “Yeah.” She immediately started sending me all these great songs. I was like: “Are you kidding? This is fantastic!” Basically I sang them in Los Angeles and sent them back to her. I had no idea it would last three records and six years or whatever. It was really cool, because that’s something that’s really unique to my personal experience: singing songs written by a woman, and just letting it go. Isobel’s a huge talent. Those were records I did not lose my mind on! I was able to just put myself in her hands.

THE GUTTER TWINS – SATURNALIA

(Sub Pop, 2008)

Lanegan and Greg Dulli explore the dark corners of their psyches

Working with Greg is a constant comedy. If you’ve seen Ishtar, the songwriting process is very similar to that. It’s two guys in a room making up the most inane stuff to make themselves laugh, then we’ll go, “Oh, that’s not bad,” but it probably is. That record was started six, seven years before it was finished. I had guested with The Twilight Singers, and Greg had played in my band. At Christmas time at the end of one of those tours we made up a couple of songs. For years people were going, “What’s going on with you and Dulli?” We got together at Christmas a couple of years later and did more. Years went by, and I had even said what the name of the band was, joking around, so we had to finish it. This project is light relief, even though the result sounds pretty heavy. When I heard it I was like, “Oh man, this is pretty dark stuff.” It reminded me of the Sly Stone record, There’s A Riot Goin’ On: it’s a party, but not a fun one. The record ended up with us in a better state than when we started it. It started on a very dark Christmas and ended on a lighter one. We started on drugs, we finished not.

MARK LANEGAN BAND – BLUES FUNERAL

(4AD, 2012)

Some ’80s-influenced sounds lend a poppy edge to typically chastening lyrics, but there’s no disguising Lanegan’s good humour

Usually I write on guitar. This time I bought a couple of drum machines and a synthesiser, an old Casio keyboard. When we started we sort of had the same thoughts as when we did Bubblegum. I did some things with Alain Johannes: the process dictated what the songs sounded like. I didn’t mind that we used drum machine, synthesiser, on Bubblegum, so it just seemed natural. I rarely play anything for anybody, but I played “Gray Goes Black” to my girlfriend, and she said, “I can’t believe you’re making something so happy sounding.” I said, “Happy sounding? [What about] the words?” She says, “No, it’s happy sounding.” That’s cool. I’ve always done whatever I felt reflected what was happening. In other words, I never really give it much thought, though in the past I may have been given over to morbid introspection. I listened back to the record in the car, and I thought it was great driving music. Greg Dulli was the first person I played it to; he said it sounded like Echo & The Bunnymen and Peter Gabriel. He thought it was more representative of where I’m at now. I agree.

John Grant: “I was horribly embarrassed about who I was”

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John Grant reveals the impact Midlake had on his mental well-being in the new issue of Uncut, dated January 2014 and out now. The solo artist and former Czars frontman explains that he believes he never really fulfilled his potential until he worked with the Texan group on what became 2010’s Qu...

John Grant reveals the impact Midlake had on his mental well-being in the new issue of Uncut, dated January 2014 and out now.

The solo artist and former Czars frontman explains that he believes he never really fulfilled his potential until he worked with the Texan group on what became 2010’s Queen Of Denmark.

“I was horribly embarrassed about who I was,” Grant says. “But then Midlake gave me this push that I needed.

“And I always knew that I had it in me. I was the person that I wanted to be. I just couldn’t access him.”

Grant takes us through his entire back catalogue in the issue, recalling turbulent days with The Czars, his love of the Cocteau Twins and duetting with hero Sinéad O’Connor.

The new issue of Uncut, dated January 2014, is out now.

Bruce Springsteen’s handwritten Born To Run lyrics up for auction

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Bruce Springsteen's manuscript for Born To Run is up for auction at Sotheby's on December 5, Billboard reports. The handwritten manuscript is expected to fetch between $70,000 (£43,000) and $100,000 (£61,000). Billboard reports that the document was written in blue ink on an 8½-by-11 sheet of r...

Bruce Springsteen‘s manuscript for Born To Run is up for auction at Sotheby’s on December 5, Billboard reports.

The handwritten manuscript is expected to fetch between $70,000 (£43,000) and $100,000 (£61,000).

Billboard reports that the document was written in blue ink on an 8½-by-11 sheet of ruled notepaper in 1974 in Long Branch, New Jersey.

The story also identifies significant differences between lyrics in this manuscript and the finished version.

You can view the auction lot here.

Springsteen recently confirmed details of his new studio album, High Hopes. You can read the track listing here.

Photo: Danny Clinch

Alex Turner teases next Arctic Monkeys album

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Alex Turner has discussed the possibility of a follow-up to the Arctic Monkeys current album AM. Speaking in this week's NME, which is available digitally and on newsstands now, Turner says he already has an idea for the record, mentioning the fact that a similar idea led to the creation of AM. "I...

Alex Turner has discussed the possibility of a follow-up to the Arctic Monkeys current album AM.

Speaking in this week’s NME, which is available digitally and on newsstands now, Turner says he already has an idea for the record, mentioning the fact that a similar idea led to the creation of AM.

“I think I can see there being something,” he says. “I can’t really confirm or deny that one. I can sort of imagine what it might be. I could see it when the record was finished. We’d met the deadline, but the thing was still sort of snowballing a little bit, and for that reason, we could still find ourselves walking into another one.”

Admitting that any potential project is in its very early stages, the frontman continues: “The songs aren’t there, it’s just an idea of mine. But that’s usually how it works: this time the idea definitely led the whole procession, rather than the songs themselves.”

Last week, meanwhile, Arctic Monkeys announced that they will play two huge outdoor shows in London’s Finsbury Park on May 23 and 24 next year, with support to come from Tame Impala, Miles Kane and Royal Blood, and will also headline Portugal’s Optimus Alive festival, which takes place in Lisbon on July 10.

This month in Uncut

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Morrissey, My Bloody Valentine, The Beatles and Lou Reed all feature in the new issue of Uncut, dated January 2014, and out now. We get the full lowdown on Morrissey’s very weird year from his friends, bandmates and industry insiders – from his hospital stays and cancelled tours, to the huge ...

Morrissey, My Bloody Valentine, The Beatles and Lou Reed all feature in the new issue of Uncut, dated January 2014, and out now.

We get the full lowdown on Morrissey’s very weird year from his friends, bandmates and industry insiders – from his hospital stays and cancelled tours, to the huge success of his Autobiography.

“We’re long overdue for the studio,” says guitarist Jesse Tobias. “There are two albums’ worth of songs ready.

“I’ve heard almost everything and feel it’s some of the strongest material to date. Musically diverse. Anthemic. Even in their infant stages the songs excite me.”

Kevin Shields speaks to Uncut about My Bloody Valentine, his songwriting methods, Primal Scream, m b v and Daft Punk’s marketing budget, while we unearth The Beatles’ lost Christmas singles and pantomime appearances.

Editor Allan Jones pays tribute to Lou Reed, recalling wild nights and vicious insults from the late Velvet Underground legend.

Can take us through the creation of their unlikely German chart hit “Spoon”, while John Grant discusses each album he’s made, from The Czars to Pale Green Ghosts.

Matthew E White reveals the records that changed his life, while we talk to Nick Lowe about his creative rebirth, having Johnny Cash over to stay and recording in Mosley’s old lock-up.

In our Instant Karma section, The Who discuss their 50th anniversary, Billy Childish explains his flotilla of seven-inch-carrying vessels and Parquet Courts introduce themselves.

In the 38-page reviews section, we take a look at releases from The Cure, Nick Cave, Tom Waits, Al Green, Ry Cooder and Neil Young.

The free CD, The Sound Of 2013, features tracks from My Bloody Valentine, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, John Grant, Matthew E White, Prefab Sprout, Richard Thompson and more.

The new issue of Uncut, dated January 2014, is out now.