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Hop Farm festival to return in 2014

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Hop Farm Festival is set to return next summer, despite being called off this year because of poor ticket sales and going into administration following the 2012 event. Kent Online reports that the festival will be run by a new promoter, thought to be Flashback Festival's Neil Butkeratis. The festiv...

Hop Farm Festival is set to return next summer, despite being called off this year because of poor ticket sales and going into administration following the 2012 event.

Kent Online reports that the festival will be run by a new promoter, thought to be Flashback Festival‘s Neil Butkeratis. The festival’s head of marketing, Miguel Fenton, stated: “The event is going ahead, which is great news. There will be a fresh approach under a new promoter.” A spokesperson for UK Events added: “It will be more of a boutique festival with a new promoter and line-up.” It will staged over the weekend of 4-6 July 2014 and cater for 20,000 punters.

This summer’s Hop Farm Festival was cancelled, with organisers blaming poor ticket sales and the economy. My Bloody Valentine and Rodriguez were due to headline the festival with The Horrors, The Cribs and Dinosaur Jr also set to perform. Organiser Vince Power stated that a lack of interest in the event made it untenable. He commented:

“We have worked very hard to try to make it work but it has proved too much of a mountain to climb and despite fighting hard, circumstances are such that based on poor ticket sales and the forecast selling rate substantial losses would be made”.

Hop Farm Festival was due to take place in Paddock Wood, Kent this July. Earlier this year, Vince Power responded to reports that the festival, went into administration last year owing its 2012 headliners thousands of pounds.

Power responded in a statement issued to NME, saying: “The Hop Farm will happen this year, this is one blip in my career spanning over 30 years. All suppliers and artists are working with me and many of the suppliers have been with me for many years, through the Reading, Phoenix and Homelands days. They are being very supportive. I spent and paid artists alone approx £350 million over the years. The losses reported are inaccurate. The Hop Farm never lost £4.8 million. These losses included a group of companies in Kent Festival Ltd.”

Courtney Love to release autobiography this December

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Courtney Love will publish her memoirs this December. Courtney Love: My Story will come out on December 15. At 400 pages, it will be published by Macmillan and will see Love discussing her relationships with her late husband kurt Cobain, Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails and Billy Corgan of The Smash...

Courtney Love will publish her memoirs this December.

Courtney Love: My Story will come out on December 15. At 400 pages, it will be published by Macmillan and will see Love discussing her relationships with her late husband kurt Cobain, Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails and Billy Corgan of The Smashing Pumpkins.

According to a listing for the Kindle edition on Amazon: “While she doesn’t shy away from tales of excess, Courtney also goes deeper, offering unique insights into the modern rock culture she helped shape, creating an unforgettable portrait of an outspoken, creatively dangerous, undeniably entertaining artist and woman.”

Meanwhile, Love has also said that she will release her “amazing” new album this Christmas. Speaking to Jam, Love said her album has a working title of Died Blonde and will be put out towards the end of 2013 to coincide with the release of her memoir.

Asked how the new record was shaping up, Love replied: “It sounds epic. It’s amazing. It’s great. But it’s really hard work.” Discussing the progress of her autobiography, she said: “I have a co-writer now so it’s actually much easier. I think his name is going to be on it but, I don’t know, if I can avoid his name being on it I will happily do that. Basically he sits there and I talk and then somebody transcribes what we talk about and then I go attack what’s on the written page and make it more literate.”

In May of this year, Love revealed that she had advertised for a bassist on internet listings site Craigslist and had received only one response. “I put an ad on Craigslist that said, ‘Band in the style of Hole looking for bassist in the style of Melissa Auf der Maur‘,” she said. “I got exactly one response. There’s just not a lot of chick bass players.”

The singer’s new album will be released under her own name rather than as Hole, like she did with her 2010 album, Nobody’s Daughter. She said: “My name symbolises a lot of things, and I have to sit in these rooms with lawyers and be called a ‘brand’ often, so I was just like, ‘Fucking name it after me!’ I don’t care.” Nobody’s Daughter was released in 2004.

Bob Dylan releases Bootleg Series app

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Bob Dylan has released a companion app for Another Self Portrait (1969-1971): The Bootleg Series Vol. 10. The app, which is free to download at iTunes, holds over 500 pieces of content, including interviews, galleries and timelines; it also comes with one pre-loaded song. "Using the latest in medi...

Bob Dylan has released a companion app for Another Self Portrait (1969-1971): The Bootleg Series Vol. 10.

The app, which is free to download at iTunes, holds over 500 pieces of content, including interviews, galleries and timelines; it also comes with one pre-loaded song.

“Using the latest in media technology, we were able to bring the music and the artist to life in a truly tangible and personal environment.” said Christian Schraga, VP of Digital Marketing for Columbia Records in a statement. “It was about adding new dimension to a familiar icon by creating innovative digital experiences that engage fans of all generations.”

The app, optimized for iPhone 5, is compatible with iPhone, iPad and iPad touch.

Among the app’s features:

** Visual timelines for all tracks

** Biographies of collaborators and session musicians

** Descriptions of historical events behind the recording

** Galleries of rare and previously unreleased photos

** New video interviews with artists and producers

** Looks at Dylan’s personal and musical influences

** Interactive lyrics and track details

Columbia have also released a brief demo:

The current leg of Dylan’s never-ending tour reaches the UK in November. He plays:

Glasgow Clyde Auditorium (November 18, 19, 20)

Blackpool Opera House (22, 23, 24)

London Royal Albert Hall (26, 27, 28)

First Look – Wes Anderson’s The Grand Budapest Hotel

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Without giving too much away here, one of the main characters in Wes Anderson’s new film works in a patisserie. There, she helps the owner concoct elaborate and sumptuous-looking pasties and cakes for the locals in l’entre deux guerres Lutz, a sleepy, Alpine town in the Republic of Zubrowka. These fabulous confections act as an reliable metaphor for Anderson’s film itself: colourful and delightful, rich with handcrafted detail. Anderson, of course, has habitually set his films in their own self-contained environments – an elite prep school, a New York brownstone, a submarine, a train car, even an island – but here he has gone one step further to create an entire European state, populated by ancient aristocratic dynasties and eccentric but well-meaning civilians. At the centre of this fuddy Ruritanian analogue lies the Grand Budapest Hotel, a splendid dolls’ house of a building overseen by the particular but kindly concierge, Gustave H (Ralph Fiennes). In a typical Anderson flourish, M. Gustave’s antics are presented to us via a number of leapfrogging narratives (distinguished by different aspect ratios, naturally): a girl reading a book in the present day called The Grand Hotel Budapest, a to-camera address by its author in 1985, a flashback to a 1969 meeting in the Hotel which inspired the book, and finally to 1932, where we find the Hotel in its imperial phase and Gustave in full pomp. What follows – this being a Wes Anderson film – involves a secret code, mysterious societies, a murder and a priceless painting, with the plot skipping gamely from hotel to prison and up into the snowy peaks of Zubrowka. As you’d expect, the colour palette and composition of every shot is exquisite, the attention to detail fastidious. Certain scenes rendered in stop-frame animation – a ski chase, a ride on a funicular – blend imperceptibly into the live action. It is utterly artificial and yet wholly beguiling. A lot of that, I think, is to do with the impressive work done here by Ralph Fiennes – admittedly, not an actor known for his comedy work, but who is terrific as M. Gustave, all prickly hauteur and prissy imperiousness, yet also an incorrigible libertine who seduces the hotel’s elderly female guests (“84? I’ve had older.”) Fiennes’ nimble performance anchors the film – though props are due to the usual high-functioning cast Anderson has assembled for this exuberant caper, including Bill Murray, Willem Dafoe, Jeff Goldlblum, Ed Norton, Tilda Swinton, Harvey Keitel and Adrien Brody. The film has a deepening melancholic edge to it: an awareness that this wonderfully preserved Belle Époque world is facing the ravaging vicissitudes of the era: towards the film’s end, the Hotel is requisitioned as a barracks for troops in dark uniforms; certain travel permits are no suddenly longer valid. While Zubrowka is a mittel-European fantasia, nevertheless Anderson has decided that the very real intrusion of war is valid, the era to be trampled underfoot by the invading fascist army. The key, perhaps, to understanding the film lies in the 1969 setting. There, the book’s author – played by Jude Law – hears the story of M. Gustave’s exploits from Zero Mustapha (F Murray Abraham), who was once Gustave’s protégé (played by a pencil-mostachio'd Tony Revolori) and is now its owner. In the years since the war, the Grand Budapest Hotel has become “an enchanted old ruin”, run down and shabby. Although Anderson’s film announces itself as a whimsical construct, its artifice continually reinforced by literary devices, narrators, time periods and ‘Chapter’ headings, the murmurings of European conflict become increasingly hard to avoid. This celebration of the final, glory days of a dying world order are finally, subtly overwhelmed by genuine sadness. Michael Bonner Follow me on Twitter @MichaelBonner. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Fg5iWmQjwk

Without giving too much away here, one of the main characters in Wes Anderson’s new film works in a patisserie.

There, she helps the owner concoct elaborate and sumptuous-looking pasties and cakes for the locals in l’entre deux guerres Lutz, a sleepy, Alpine town in the Republic of Zubrowka. These fabulous confections act as an reliable metaphor for Anderson’s film itself: colourful and delightful, rich with handcrafted detail. Anderson, of course, has habitually set his films in their own self-contained environments – an elite prep school, a New York brownstone, a submarine, a train car, even an island – but here he has gone one step further to create an entire European state, populated by ancient aristocratic dynasties and eccentric but well-meaning civilians. At the centre of this fuddy Ruritanian analogue lies the Grand Budapest Hotel, a splendid dolls’ house of a building overseen by the particular but kindly concierge, Gustave H (Ralph Fiennes). In a typical Anderson flourish, M. Gustave’s antics are presented to us via a number of leapfrogging narratives (distinguished by different aspect ratios, naturally): a girl reading a book in the present day called The Grand Hotel Budapest, a to-camera address by its author in 1985, a flashback to a 1969 meeting in the Hotel which inspired the book, and finally to 1932, where we find the Hotel in its imperial phase and Gustave in full pomp.

What follows – this being a Wes Anderson film – involves a secret code, mysterious societies, a murder and a priceless painting, with the plot skipping gamely from hotel to prison and up into the snowy peaks of Zubrowka. As you’d expect, the colour palette and composition of every shot is exquisite, the attention to detail fastidious. Certain scenes rendered in stop-frame animation – a ski chase, a ride on a funicular – blend imperceptibly into the live action. It is utterly artificial and yet wholly beguiling.

A lot of that, I think, is to do with the impressive work done here by Ralph Fiennes – admittedly, not an actor known for his comedy work, but who is terrific as M. Gustave, all prickly hauteur and prissy imperiousness, yet also an incorrigible libertine who seduces the hotel’s elderly female guests (“84? I’ve had older.”) Fiennes’ nimble performance anchors the film – though props are due to the usual high-functioning cast Anderson has assembled for this exuberant caper, including Bill Murray, Willem Dafoe, Jeff Goldlblum, Ed Norton, Tilda Swinton, Harvey Keitel and Adrien Brody.

The film has a deepening melancholic edge to it: an awareness that this wonderfully preserved Belle Époque world is facing the ravaging vicissitudes of the era: towards the film’s end, the Hotel is requisitioned as a barracks for troops in dark uniforms; certain travel permits are no suddenly longer valid. While Zubrowka is a mittel-European fantasia, nevertheless Anderson has decided that the very real intrusion of war is valid, the era to be trampled underfoot by the invading fascist army. The key, perhaps, to understanding the film lies in the 1969 setting. There, the book’s author – played by Jude Law – hears the story of M. Gustave’s exploits from Zero Mustapha (F Murray Abraham), who was once Gustave’s protégé (played by a pencil-mostachio’d Tony Revolori) and is now its owner. In the years since the war, the Grand Budapest Hotel has become “an enchanted old ruin”, run down and shabby. Although Anderson’s film announces itself as a whimsical construct, its artifice continually reinforced by literary devices, narrators, time periods and ‘Chapter’ headings, the murmurings of European conflict become increasingly hard to avoid. This celebration of the final, glory days of a dying world order are finally, subtly overwhelmed by genuine sadness.

Michael Bonner

Follow me on Twitter @MichaelBonner.

Neil Young confirms new album details

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Neil Young has confirmed details of his new album - the latest instalment of his Archives series. As previously reported on Uncut, Young's next release is Live At The Cellar Door, recorded during Young's six-show stand at Washington D.C.'s Cellar Door between November 30, 1970 and December 2, 1970....

Neil Young has confirmed details of his new album – the latest instalment of his Archives series.

As previously reported on Uncut, Young’s next release is Live At The Cellar Door, recorded during Young’s six-show stand at Washington D.C.’s Cellar Door between November 30, 1970 and December 2, 1970.

According to Rolling Stone, the two-disc set will be available on CD and 180-gram vinyl.

Previous stand-alone releases in Young’s ongoing Archive Performance Series series have included Live At The Fillmore East 1970 (with Crazy Horse), Sugar Mountain: Live At Canterbury House 1968 and Massey Hall 1971.

The release date for Live At The Cellar Door is listed as November 26, 2013.

Live At The Cellar Door track list:

Side One:

“Tell Me Why”

“Only Love Can Break Your Heart”

“After the Gold Rush”

“Expecting to Fly”

“Bad Fog of Loneliness”

“Old Man Birds”

Side Two:

“Don’t Let It Bring You Down”

“See the Sky About to Rain”

“Cinnamon Girl”

“I Am a Child”

“Down by the River”

“Flying on the Ground Is Wrong”

Hear new U2 song, “Ordinary Love”

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U2 have posted a lyric video for their new song, "Ordinary Love", on their Facebook page. Scroll down to watch it. The song, which is taken from the film Mandela: Long Walk To Freedom, will be available as the A-side of a limited-edition 10-inch vinyl release on Record Store Day's Back to Black Fr...

U2 have posted a lyric video for their new song, “Ordinary Love“, on their Facebook page.

Scroll down to watch it.

The song, which is taken from the film Mandela: Long Walk To Freedom, will be available as the A-side of a limited-edition 10-inch vinyl release on Record Store Day’s Back to Black Friday event on November 29.

U2 bassist Adam Clayton recently revealed that the band are aiming to finish a new album by the end of November. They last put out an album in 2009 when they released No Line On The Horizon. It is expected that their new record will appear in 2014, with Clayton confirming that the band are trying to get the songs “absolutely right” prior to Christmas.

“I think it’s a bit of a return to U2 of old, but with the maturity, if you like, of the U2 of the last 10 years. It’s a combination of those two things and it’s a really interesting hybrid,” Clayton said.

He added: “We’re in the studio. We’re trying to get these 12 songs absolutely right and get them finished by the end of November, and then we can kind of enjoy Christmas.”

Post by U2.

Morrissey: “Unfortunately, I am not homosexual”

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Morrissey has issued a statement intended to clarify his sexuality, after opening up in Autobiography about his relationship with a man. The statement, which appeared on the quasi-official site, True To You, says: "Unfortunately, I am not homosexual. In technical fact, I am humasexual. I am attrac...

Morrissey has issued a statement intended to clarify his sexuality, after opening up in Autobiography about his relationship with a man.

The statement, which appeared on the quasi-official site, True To You, says:

“Unfortunately, I am not homosexual. In technical fact, I am humasexual. I am attracted to humans. But, of course … not many”.

-MORRISSEY, Sweden, 19 October 2013.”

The relationship in question was with Jake Owen Walters. “Jake and I neither sought not needed company other than our own for the whirlwind stretch to come,” Morrissey writes. “Indulgently Jake and I test how far each of us can go before ‘being dwelt in’ causes cries of intolerable struggle, but our closeness transcends such visitations.”

Elsewhere in his memoir, Morrissey also discusses his lack of interest in girls as a youth: “Girls remained mysteriously attracted to me, and I had no idea why, since although each fumbling foray hit the target, nothing electrifying took place, and I turned a thousand corners without caring … Far more exciting were the array of stylish racing bikes that my father would bring home.”

You can read Uncut’s review of Autobiography here.

Watch footage from Arcade Fire’s ‘secret’ weekend shows

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Arcade Fire played two shows in Brooklyn, New York - one on Friday night and one on Saturday. On the Friday night show [October 18], the band pranked fans by misdirecting them to the wrong stage. Although a stage was set up in the middle of the warehouse space at 299 Meserole in Bushwick, the band ...

Arcade Fire played two shows in Brooklyn, New York – one on Friday night and one on Saturday.

On the Friday night show [October 18], the band pranked fans by misdirecting them to the wrong stage. Although a stage was set up in the middle of the warehouse space at 299 Meserole in Bushwick, the band played their hour long set on a stage at the side of the venue which was revealed at the last minute. At 9.30pm, James Murphy appeared on stage. Speaking to cheers, he said: “We can only get three members for right now… I’d like to introduce The Reflektors.” Three musicians wearing giant papier-mâché heads then arrived onstage and played an aimless riff for a minute or so.

It soon became apparent that the real stage for the evening was at the side of the venue. Fans swarmed to the barrier on the left hand side of the room as a large black curtain dropped to reveal a large stage upon which were the members of Arcade Fire. The band burst into their recent single “Reflektor”, the chorus sparking off a massive singalong from the crowd, most of whom were in fancy dress.

After playing their second song, “Flashbulb Eyes”, Win Butler said to the crowd: “Everyone good? We’re called The Reflektors. We’re from Montreal. Thank you for coming. You guys look beautiful by the way. We figured we get dressed up every night…”. Later he thanked the crowd again for coming to watch them play in a “sweaty factory”. He also apologised for the stage switch, saying to the fans who climbed onto the ‘fake’ stage after the real one was revealed: “Sorry we played a trick on you. Will you forgive us? We just thought it was funny. It won’t be the last time we do something we think is funny that no-one else does.”

The band played an hour long, 10 song set made up of eight new tracks and two older songs – “Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)” and “Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)“. The latter two songs were introduced as ‘cover versions’ of Arcade Fire songs. The new songs included “Afterlife”, which they debuted last month on Saturday Night Live, and “Here Comes The Night time”, which featured in their Roman Coppola directed television special of the same name, alongside “We Exist” and “Normal Person”. The songs “Joan Of Arc”, “It’s Never Over” and “Flashbulb Eyes” received their live debuts at the gig.

During the show Win Butler addressed the fact that touts were attempting to sell tickets for the sold out show for up to $5,000 online. Addressing the “whole scalper thing” he said: “As I understand it, we sold 1,800 tickets pretty much on the pre-sale, so consider that our $500 dollar gift to you… There could have been a bunch of weird scalper dudes, but I think it was pretty much humanity doing its thing.”

The band played a second show on Saturday [October 19].

Friday Set:

Reflektor, Flashbulb Eyes, We Exist, Normal Person, Joan of Arc, It’s Never Over (Oh Orpheus), Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains), Afterlife, Neighborhood #3 (Power Out), Here Comes The Night Time

Saturday Set: Reflektor, Flashbulb Eyes, We Exist, Joan of Arc, Normal Person, Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains), Supersymmetry, It’s Never Over (Oh Orpheus), Afterlife, Neighborhood #3 (Power Out), Here Comes The Night Time, Haiti

Unreleased Led Zeppelin music discovered

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Robert Plant has discovered some previously unreleased Led Zeppelin music, some of which features the band's bassist John Paul Jones on vocals. Speaking to BBC 6Music, Plant said to Mark Radcliffe and Stuart Maconie that he listened to the material with Jimmy Page and it is likely that the music wi...

Robert Plant has discovered some previously unreleased Led Zeppelin music, some of which features the band’s bassist John Paul Jones on vocals.

Speaking to BBC 6Music, Plant said to Mark Radcliffe and Stuart Maconie that he listened to the material with Jimmy Page and it is likely that the music will feature on the remastered releases of Led Zeppelin’s back catalogue, which he is currently working on.

He said: “I found some quarter-inch spools recently. I had a meeting with Jimmy and we baked ’em up and listened to ’em. And there’s some very, very interesting bits and pieces that probably will turn up on these things.” Speaking about John Paul Jones‘ response to the material which features him on vocals, he joked that Jones is trying to bribe him not to release the songs. “So far, he’s going to give me two cars and a greenhouse not to get ’em on the album,” he said.

Original Lambchop bassist Marc Trovillion dies aged 56

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Former Lambchop bassist Marc Trovillion has died at the age of 56. Trovillion died of a heart attack at his home in Chattanooga, Tennessee on October 9. He is survived by his son, for whom a trust has been established, as well as by his mother and two brothers. Trovillion played on every album by Lambchop until 2002's Is A Woman. His longtime bandmate Jonathan Marx paid tribute to the late bassist in a statement released to Nashville Cream. "As he often liked to say, Marc was a charter member of Lambchop. The band's origins can be traced directly to his Nashville bedroom, where Marc, Kurt Wagner and original guitarist Jim Watkins first got together in 1987 for weekly practices," Marx wrote. "No matter where Lambchop might have been — in smoky practice sessions, packed into a 15-passenger van, or playing the great concert halls of Europe — Marc’s steady, solid bass playing and his innate sense of humour served as the glue that kept Lambchop together." Later in the statement, Marx credited Trovillion with "helping to define the band's sound" before adding: "Listen to any Lambchop recording up through Is A Woman, and that’s not just Marc’s bass playing you hear — all around the notes, you’re hearing his freewheeling spirit, his love of music, food, drink and people. Though Lambchop eventually swelled to include more than a dozen members, and though Marc himself stopped playing regularly with the band after he relocated to Chattanooga a decade ago, that spirit has always remained a guiding force — and it will continue to as long as Lambchop is a band."

Former Lambchop bassist Marc Trovillion has died at the age of 56.

Trovillion died of a heart attack at his home in Chattanooga, Tennessee on October 9. He is survived by his son, for whom a trust has been established, as well as by his mother and two brothers.

Trovillion played on every album by Lambchop until 2002’s Is A Woman. His longtime bandmate Jonathan Marx paid tribute to the late bassist in a statement released to Nashville Cream.

“As he often liked to say, Marc was a charter member of Lambchop. The band’s origins can be traced directly to his Nashville bedroom, where Marc, Kurt Wagner and original guitarist Jim Watkins first got together in 1987 for weekly practices,” Marx wrote. “No matter where Lambchop might have been — in smoky practice sessions, packed into a 15-passenger van, or playing the great concert halls of Europe — Marc’s steady, solid bass playing and his innate sense of humour served as the glue that kept Lambchop together.”

Later in the statement, Marx credited Trovillion with “helping to define the band’s sound” before adding: “Listen to any Lambchop recording up through Is A Woman, and that’s not just Marc’s bass playing you hear — all around the notes, you’re hearing his freewheeling spirit, his love of music, food, drink and people. Though Lambchop eventually swelled to include more than a dozen members, and though Marc himself stopped playing regularly with the band after he relocated to Chattanooga a decade ago, that spirit has always remained a guiding force — and it will continue to as long as Lambchop is a band.”

Paul McCartney plays surprise gig in Covent Garden

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Paul McCartney played a surprise, five-song show in Covent Garden this lunchtime (October 18). News of the pop-up concert had been kept secret, until stage gear bearing McCartney's name was spotted in the centre of Covent Garden's Piazza at 10.30am. Hundreds of fans had gathered by the time McCart...

Paul McCartney played a surprise, five-song show in Covent Garden this lunchtime (October 18).

News of the pop-up concert had been kept secret, until stage gear bearing McCartney’s name was spotted in the centre of Covent Garden’s Piazza at 10.30am.

Hundreds of fans had gathered by the time McCartney confirmed the gig with a tweet at 12.15pm which read: “I’m getting ready to pop up in Covent Garden at 1pm today. Oh baby!”

The show was performed from a flatbed truck identical to the one McCartney sang on at a similar pop-up gig last week in New York’s Central Park.

McCartney walked on stage at 1.30pm, witnessed by thousands of fans including workers thronged at the fire escape of the adjacent Dr Martens store.

Playing in front of a backdrop depicting the multi-coloured artwork from McCartney’s freshly-released album New, McCartney gave an exaggerated wave and yelled: “Welcome to Covent Garden! Get your phones out – as if they weren’t out already.”

Sat behind a multi-coloured keyboard, he and his four-piece backing band played the album’s title track.

All five songs were from New, despite the refrain from Let It Be being clearly heard during the impromptu soundcheck earlier.

After the title track, Macca said: “Busking. I always wanted to busk here” as he introduced the album’s opening track “Save Us“.

McCartney announced: “We’re allowed 20 minutes up here, so we’d better be quick,” as he introduced third song “Everybody Out There“.

Before new single “Queenie Eye”, he referred to The Beatles‘ partying lifestyle, saying: “Things have changed since the ’60s. We’d have been coming in from the clubs round about now, never mind having to get up and sing.”

Then, simply saying “We’re going to do the first one again”, McCartney performed “New” again to end the show.

Bowing with his backing band, McCartney – dressed in a black jacket and white shirt with black high-neck collar – walked off to head for his signing session at the nearby HMV store in Oxford Street.

Paul McCartney played:

‘New’

‘Save Us’

‘Everybody Out There’

‘Queenie Eye’

‘New’

Arctic Monkeys – AM

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Songs about heavy nights, and the mornings after. It's clearly been emotional... The AM of the new Arctic Monkeys album is not the cheerful early morning, the domain of the refreshing shower and the healthy breakfast. Instead this is a place technically AM, but still dark were it not for the lights from the TV or mobile phone – an after-midnight world as much of the soul as it is of the clock. It’s a place of late-night drinking and poor decisions, of blurred boundaries, of pursuing the moment. It’s a place that Alex Turner, the band’s songwriter, clearly finds filled with possibility. While Jarvis Cocker hid inside your wardrobe, Turner is writing the fifth Arctic Monkeys album from the vantage point of the sofa, occasionally the carpet. “Knee Socks”, one of the slighter songs on the album, pinpoints its locale: “You were sitting in the corner,” Turner sings, “By the coats all piled high…” Earlier on, we find him spilling drinks on his settee and drunk-dialling late at night. Voice of a generation – it’s been a tough gig. Since the Arctic Monkeys’ 2006 debut album unveiled Alex Turner’s raw voice, great tunes and gift for what was not inaccurately called “social reportage”, it’s been hard for the band to fulfil expectations. They have got heavier (2007’s Favourite Worst Nightmare; 2009’s Humbug) and experimented with a partial return to the indie rock sound of their debut (2011’s Suck It And See), and all have been huge commercial successes. Still, of late it has started to seem as if some of the band’s charm has been misplaced along the way. Turner’s jokes, unthinkably, even started to sound a little forced. AM, however, feels a considerably more self-assured album: heavy in a dramatic and confident way, conceptually strong, and not without groove. More importantly, the album has returned Turner to a social milieu which he can anatomise with his customary talent. It’s the domain of the newly single man, a crepuscular world with its own codes and behaviours. Opener “Do I Wanna Know?”, the collection’s finest rock song, serves as an establishing shot for the whole album. Over a crunching march-time blues riff, Turner ponders a relationship’s indeterminate state – does he really want a conclusive answer about the critical status of this love affair? As they do throughout the album, falsetto backing vocals, reminiscent of those favoured by Queens Of The Stone Age, serve to give expression to the dissenting opinions in the singer’s head. “R U Mine?” continues both the hard rock and the uncertainty – is this a fleeting tryst, or something more substantial? “One For The Road”, though a small song, mines the cliché of the expression for all it can offer, as the speaker, in fear of morning’s clarity, attempts to extend the night. “I Want It All” isn’t Turner’s finest song, but it fleshes out his world. “It’s a year ago since I drank your whisky and shared your coke/You left me listening to the Stones’ ‘2000 Light Years From Home’…” AM has a strong, dramatic arc. For all these fervid nights, it’s impossible to escape the morning after, a mood broached particularly well in the Lennon /Pulp-like “Number 1 Party Anthem”, and particularly, “Fireside”. In this song, reminiscent of Julian Casablancas at his jaded-at-the-afterparty best, Turner surveys an empty hotel suite and ponders whether “it’s really gone for good/Or is it coming back around?” It’s a wonderfully well-articulated melancholy, from which it’s tough to bounce back. That, however, is what the final few tracks attempt. “Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?” finds Turner back on the sofa with a phone in his hand, but the song is a rather more playful one. “Snap Out Of It” is a glam-rocky conversation about love with the lads back home, while “Knee Socks” sees the band approximating a sound part Justin Timberlake, part David Bowie. It’s a fun few songs, but there’s no escaping the loneliness at the album’s core, and AM duly ends on a downbeat note, as Arctic Monkeys take on John Cooper Clarke’s punk-rock wedding reading “I Wanna Be Yours” (“I wanna be your Ford Cortina/I will never rust…”), turning it into a kind of indie rock Southern soul, with a beautiful end-of-the-night desperation. They’re not much older, but the experience of AM seems to have made Arctic Monkeys considerably, and profitably, wiser. Having made it through the night, they now sound ready to face the day. John Robinson

Songs about heavy nights, and the mornings after. It’s clearly been emotional…

The AM of the new Arctic Monkeys album is not the cheerful early morning, the domain of the refreshing shower and the healthy breakfast. Instead this is a place technically AM, but still dark were it not for the lights from the TV or mobile phone – an after-midnight world as much of the soul as it is of the clock. It’s a place of late-night drinking and poor decisions, of blurred boundaries, of pursuing the moment.

It’s a place that Alex Turner, the band’s songwriter, clearly finds filled with possibility. While Jarvis Cocker hid inside your wardrobe, Turner is writing the fifth Arctic Monkeys album from the vantage point of the sofa, occasionally the carpet. “Knee Socks”, one of the slighter songs on the album, pinpoints its locale: “You were sitting in the corner,” Turner sings, “By the coats all piled high…” Earlier on, we find him spilling drinks on his settee and drunk-dialling late at night.

Voice of a generation – it’s been a tough gig. Since the Arctic Monkeys’ 2006 debut album unveiled Alex Turner’s raw voice, great tunes and gift for what was not inaccurately called “social reportage”, it’s been hard for the band to fulfil expectations. They have got heavier (2007’s Favourite Worst Nightmare; 2009’s Humbug) and experimented with a partial return to the indie rock sound of their debut (2011’s Suck It And See), and all have been huge commercial successes. Still, of late it has started to seem as if some of the band’s charm has been misplaced along the way. Turner’s jokes, unthinkably, even started to sound a little forced.

AM, however, feels a considerably more self-assured album: heavy in a dramatic and confident way, conceptually strong, and not without groove. More importantly, the album has returned Turner to a social milieu which he can anatomise with his customary talent. It’s the domain of the newly single man, a crepuscular world with its own codes and behaviours.

Opener “Do I Wanna Know?”, the collection’s finest rock song, serves as an establishing shot for the whole album. Over a crunching march-time blues riff, Turner ponders a relationship’s indeterminate state – does he really want a conclusive answer about the critical status of this love affair? As they do throughout the album, falsetto backing vocals, reminiscent of those favoured by Queens Of The Stone Age, serve to give expression to the dissenting opinions in the singer’s head. “R U Mine?” continues both the hard rock and the uncertainty – is this a fleeting tryst, or something more substantial? “One For The Road”, though a small song, mines the cliché of the expression for all it can offer, as the speaker, in fear of morning’s clarity, attempts to extend the night. “I Want It All” isn’t Turner’s finest song, but it fleshes out his world. “It’s a year ago since I drank your whisky and shared your coke/You left me listening to the Stones’ ‘2000 Light Years From Home’…”

AM has a strong, dramatic arc. For all these fervid nights, it’s impossible to escape the morning after, a mood broached particularly well in the Lennon /Pulp-like “Number 1 Party Anthem”, and particularly, “Fireside”. In this song, reminiscent of Julian Casablancas at his jaded-at-the-afterparty best, Turner surveys an empty hotel suite and ponders whether “it’s really gone for good/Or is it coming back around?” It’s a wonderfully well-articulated melancholy, from which it’s tough to bounce back.

That, however, is what the final few tracks attempt. “Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?” finds Turner back on the sofa with a phone in his hand, but the song is a rather more playful one. “Snap Out Of It” is a glam-rocky conversation about love with the lads back home, while “Knee Socks” sees the band approximating a sound part Justin Timberlake, part David Bowie.

It’s a fun few songs, but there’s no escaping the loneliness at the album’s core, and AM duly ends on a downbeat note, as Arctic Monkeys take on John Cooper Clarke’s punk-rock wedding reading “I Wanna Be Yours” (“I wanna be your Ford Cortina/I will never rust…”), turning it into a kind of indie rock Southern soul, with a beautiful end-of-the-night desperation. They’re not much older, but the experience of AM seems to have made Arctic Monkeys considerably, and profitably, wiser. Having made it through the night, they now sound ready to face the day.

John Robinson

Watch Atoms For Peace new video: “Before Your Very Eyes”

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Atoms For Peace have unveiled a the video for their track "Before Your Very Eyes" – watch it below. The group revealed the promo before their show last night (October 16) at the Hollywood Bowl. Thom Yorke tweeted: "Aaah Blinkin' Hollywood:) Thanks to everyone who came last night." http://www.yo...

Atoms For Peace have unveiled a the video for their track “Before Your Very Eyes” – watch it below.

The group revealed the promo before their show last night (October 16) at the Hollywood Bowl. Thom Yorke tweeted: “Aaah Blinkin’ Hollywood:) Thanks to everyone who came last night.”

The video is a stop motion animation which features a clay version of Thom Yorke‘s body emerge from a desert landscape, before a city landscape starts to emerge from the sand.

Atoms For Peace consists of Radiohead frontman Yorke along with super producer Nigel Godrich, Red Hot Chili Peppers’ bassist Flea, Beck and R.E.M drummer Joey Waronker and percussionist Mauro Refosco.

Morrissey launches Autobiography at book signing in Sweden

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Morrissey launched his memoir, Autobiography, at a book signing in Gothenburg, Sweden last night [October 17]. Queues began at the Akademibokhandeln bookshop on Wednesday lunchtime. The Guardian estimated that the crowd numbers peaked at 500 people. Asked by Radio Sweden why Morrissey had chosen ...

Morrissey launched his memoir, Autobiography, at a book signing in Gothenburg, Sweden last night [October 17].

Queues began at the Akademibokhandeln bookshop on Wednesday lunchtime. The Guardian estimated that the crowd numbers peaked at 500 people.

Asked by Radio Sweden why Morrissey had chosen Gothenburg for his book launch, The Guardian reports that Maria Hamrefors, the book store’s manager, said: “As far as I know, he really likes Sweden and he has some very good and nice fans in Gothenburg and has enjoyed playing concerts there.”

For the signing, Morrissey wore a white denim jacket and white denim jeans and a blue checked shirt.

The press reports that this is Morrissey’s only confirmed public appearance to promote the book. So far, he has declined interview requests. No extracts of the book appeared before publication.

You can read Uncut’s verdict on Autobiography here.

Photo credit: ADAM IHSEL / TT/AFP/Getty Images

Is Paul McCartney playing a secret pop up gig in central London today?

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Paul McCartney could play a secret, pop up show in London's Covent Garden this lunchtime. Rumours are abound that the singer will follow up last week's surprise performance at New York's Times Square, which saw him busk four tracks from his forthcoming album New on a bare-bones stage constructed o...

Paul McCartney could play a secret, pop up show in London’s Covent Garden this lunchtime.

Rumours are abound that the singer will follow up last week’s surprise performance at New York’s Times Square, which saw him busk four tracks from his forthcoming album New on a bare-bones stage constructed on a flatbed truck.

NME reports that Paul McCartney branded flight cases have been seen coming into Covent Garden Piazza this morning, suggesting another pop up gig could happen there.

This afternoon, Macca will take part in a signing session at HMV‘s newly re-opened flagship store today. McCartney is signing copies of his latest album ‘New’ from 3pm on Friday (October 18) on a first come, first served basis at the store at 363 Oxford Street – the site of the shop in which The Beatles recorded the demo which led to them signing to Parlophone Records in 1961.

Speaking to NME ahead of the signing, McCartney declared himself a big fan of high street record shops: “I love record stores and wish they could stay open forever,” he said. “There’s a romance to them and it’s a pity whenever any record store closes, though I realise it’s inevitable in the download age.”

John Lydon: “I had to sell off bits of Sex Pistols publishing just to survive in the ’90s”

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John Lydon explains in the new issue of Uncut (dated November 2013), out now, that he was forced to sell some of his Sex Pistols publishing in the ‘90s to keep afloat. The Pistols and PiL singer experienced disagreements with his label, Virgin, when he released Psycho’s Path in 1997, which le...

John Lydon explains in the new issue of Uncut (dated November 2013), out now, that he was forced to sell some of his Sex Pistols publishing in the ‘90s to keep afloat.

The Pistols and PiL singer experienced disagreements with his label, Virgin, when he released Psycho’s Path in 1997, which led to his financial problems.

“The record company strangled me to the point I basically wasn’t allowed to record anything,” Lydon says, “until what they’d decided was an outstanding debt was paid back. But how can you recoup the money if you don’t promote the record?

“That became a really heavy, desperate bad situation. Painful. I had to sell off bits of Sex Pistol publishing, just to survive. Just to get through another month. But I came through.”

Lydon talks us through the making of his greatest records, from the Sex Pistols’ Never Mind The Bollocks… to his most recent, last year’s This Is PiL, in the ‘album by album’ feature.

The November 2013 issue of Uncut is out now.

Photo: Davis Factor ©Drrmgmt

Morrissey Autobiography: the Uncut review

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There are many revelations in Morrissey’s Autobiography, but perhaps the most unexpected arrives on page 194. “While in Denver,” writes Morrissey, “Johnny [Marr] and I attend a concert by A-ha, whom we have met previously and whom we quite like.” In the weeks leading up to the release – at last! – of Autobiography, we have been bracing ourselves for possibility that he would – or more depressingly, wouldn’t – divulge many truths. About his sexuality, his relationship with his former Smiths bandmates, what he thinks of Bowie… Nothing, however, appeared to prepare us for the comprehensive nature of Morrissey’s disclosures in Autobiography. Look - here he is, turning down parts in EastEnders and Friends, contemplating fatherhood, being detained by Special Branch, telling us that he represented his school in the 100 and 400 metres. And some stuff about a guy called Jake. As Dylan’s Chronicles or Neil Young’s Waging Heavy Peace have shown, it is possible for a musician writing an autobiography to successfully bypass niggly, pedantic details such as chronology, index and facts. Despite personally having little interest in great swathes of his solo career, the rock autobiography that’s given me most pleasure in the last few years has been Rod Stewart’s – simply because it satisfied the requirements of conventional storytelling. One concern was that Morrissey might also 'do a Dylan' and opt for a strategy of obfuscation: ignore The Smiths, write round some other quite important things, spend a lot of time going into forensic detail about the recording of, say, Southpaw Grammar. Instead, what we have here is a very traditionally structured book that moves at a satisfying pace through Morrissey’s life and times, from his birth in “forgotten Victorian knife-plunging Manchester” up to December, 2011, with our hero about to leave Chicago after a rapturously received gig at the Congress Theater. At 457 pages, that works out at just over 8½ pages for every one of Morrissey’s 52 years. Though, of course, some years are bigger than others. My overriding impression of Autobiography is the vividness of the detail. The bell that announces the end of the school day sounds at 3.40. With his Smiths advance from Rough Trade, he pays off a “lavish domestic phone bill of £80”. Ahead of their first Top Of The Pops appearance, the band are erroneously billed in The Sun as ‘Dismiss’. And so it goes. Such precise memories suggests Morrissey has been so profoundly affected by events that they have remained crystal-clear in his mind. Or perhaps he is a diligent archivist, with boxes full of clippings, cuttings and such ephemera. The book is littered with references and quotes from correspondence he's received: among the most affecting are a letter from Johnny Marr after the Smiths split and a postcard from Kirsty MacColl that he receives weeks after her death. The opening pages offer a fairly typical scene-setting: “Birds abstain from song in post-war industrial Manchester,” he writes, “where the 1960s will not swing, and where the locals are the opposite of worldly.” I’m reminded of Keith Richards’ Life, with its “landscapes of rubble, half a street’s disappeared… I couldn’t buy a bag of sweets until 1954”, a default setting for this kind of book. But Morrissey describes his childhood with a poet’s eye: “we are finely tailored flesh – good looking Irish trawling the slums of Moss Side and Hulme.” His descriptions of Manchester's working class districts are profound and poetic; the passages that cover the depravations suffered by his own family often heartbreaking. The relocation of Nannie, his maternal grandmother "from Queen's Square to a condemned house at 10 Trafalgar Square" captures the monstrous treatment of the working classes during the slum clearances. "Our lives are flattened before our eyes - as if the local council couldn't wait a minute longer for we pack rats to gather our trappings and transistors." The opening sections of the book also detail his schooldays. His inquiry into the cruel discipline dished out by a headmaster ("What job did he think he was doing? And… for whom?") or the sado-sexual behaviour of his PE teachers offers an insight into "the secret agony of a troubled child". As he remarks, with a weight of sadness, "This is the Manchester school system of the 1960s, where sadness is habit forming." This sadness dogs Morrissey for years to come. His first gig is T.Rex at the Belle Vue on June 16, 1972, then Bowie – “every inch the eighth dimension”– at the Stretford Hardrock in September, Roxy Music two months later, where Morrissey speaks to Andy MacKay who's pinball in the venue’s lobby. New York Dolls, Mott The Hoople, Lou Reed all follow. His prose captures the thrill of these formative musical encounters – a defining time in the life of the 12 year-old author. Roxy Music are "Agatha Christie queer,” he writes. It’s brilliant stuff. Johnny Marr arrives on page 145. As Morrissey points out, they had met previously – “in the foyer of the Ardwick Apollo” at a Patti Smith gig. “I am shaken when I hear Johnny play guitar, because he is quite obviously gifted and almost unnaturally multi-talented." In case you were wondering – and you probably are – Morrissey is extremely generous to Marr in the book – even after the Smiths’ split, when his emotional response to Marr veers from confusion to sadness. The Smiths section lasts 77 pages, from page 147 – 224; a good chunk – 16%, in fact – for what is essentially five years of his life. What, then, do we learn about the Smiths? That Mike Joyce drum kit was called “Elsie”, that Mick Jagger came to see them live in New York and left after four songs, that Craig Gannon was “a fascinating bungle”. While writing about their time together, Morrissey is positive about his bandmates – with the exception of Gannon, who is hilarious dismissed with a typical flourish: “nothing useful vibrates in Craig’s upper storey”. Morrissey writes fondly about “signature Smiths’ powerhouse full-tilt”, or pauses during describing The Queen Is Dead sessions to comment admiringly that “Johnny is in the full vigour of his greatness”. Morrissey’s ire is directed – during the passages on the Smiths, at least – towards Geoff Travis, head of Rough Trade, who describes “How Soon Is Now?” as “just noise”. In fact, Morrissey is at his funniest when rounding on a slight, real or perhaps imagined. His first TV appearance finds him in the Green Room with George Best, before he is (in his opinion) rather rudely interviewed by Henry Kelly, “a little, pinched Irish madam… wearing a suit that looked better on the hanger.” Meanwhile, “local newshound” Anthony Wilson is another frequent target, a man who “assumed the cocogniscenti cloak and found himself blessed with the need to assess, judge and grade – like a war general plastered with rows of ribbons but who had never actually seen battle”. He is spectacularly catty about Sandie Shaw, referred to here as "the Duchess of Cumberland Place" or "the Dagenhall Doll". David Bowie "feeds on the blood of living mammals". The Smiths’ early success sees Morrissey taking up residence in Hornton Court in Kensington, where he receives visitors, some more welcome than others. Vanessa Redgrave arrives, “then goes on about social injustice in Namibia, and how we must all build a raft by late afternoon – preferably out of coconut matting.” Ann West and Winifred Johnson, whose children Lesley Ann and Keith were among the children abducted and killed by Ian Brady and Myra Hindley also pay a visit, and Morrissey responds warmly and with understandable sympathy. Later, he tells us why he elected to be known professionally by his surname - “Only classical composers were known by their surnames, which suited by mudlark temperament quite nicely” – and that Marr gave him his most famous nickname, after the press started referring him as 'miserable': “Johnny putters with ‘misery’ and playfully arrives at ‘misery Mozzery’, which truncates to Moz, and I am classified ever after.” Such japes and camaraderie – and the closeness Morrissey conspicuously felt to his bandmates – are thrown into some kind of relief towards the end of the section on the Smiths. Looking back, he writes, “At the hour of the Smiths birth, I had felt at the physical and emotional end of life. I had lost the ability to communicate and had been claimed by emotional oblivion.” Hang on. And then: “I became too despondent for anyone to cope with, and only my mother would take to me in understanding tones. Yet their comes a point where the suicidalist must shut it down if only in order to save face, otherwise you become a nightclub act minus the nightclub.” It’s an astonishing revelation: is Morrissey saying the Smiths saved him from suicide? Elswhere, the first American tour finds a dejected Morrissey in pre-gentrified Times Square, in “a quagmire of midnight cowboys and sterile cuckoos” while he becomes convinced that “the other three Smiths are taking steps to oust me”. At one point, Morrissey writes that he and Travis became locked in litigation of Hatful Of Hollow, which delays the release of The Queen Is Dead by nine months. The end comes almost without fanfare, following the sessions for the Strangeways, Here We Come. "It happened as quickly and as unemotionally as this sentence took to describe it.” With the Smiths over, you could be forgiven for thinking that Morrissey’s solo career – and his domestic life – would perhaps take centre stage. Alas, no. The 1996 court case, in which Mike Joyce claimed his 25%, occupies 40 pages. It is inevitably the saddest, angriest and most bitter part of the book; a far cry from the withering put-downs and dismissals dished out to Travis, Wilson, the Manchester Evening News or whoever else has crossed him. Morrissey reserves particular venom for presiding judge Weeks, “a bent little man with big eyes in a small face, an unfortunate vision that even his personal wealth cannot save.” Morrissey’s 2013 has been an extraordinary year, but for entirely the wrong reasons. He should have spent it celebrating 25 years as a solo artist – perhaps with a new album and maybe a deluxe edition box set collecting together his many solo hits. Instead, he has been blighted by health scares and cancelled tours. The will it/won’t it fuss surrounding the publication of Autobiography only seemed to suggest that Morrissey’s career was heading further off the rails. But then comes this: the book we (mostly) wanted it to be. It may not quite scale the lofty heights of David Niven's deathless The Moon's A Balloon - surely the benchmark for any aspiring autobiographer. And yet... Is there an audiobook for this, and will Morrissey read it? I'd pay again for that. Autobiography is sharply written, rich, clever, rancorous, puffed-up, tender, catty, windy, poetic, and frequently very, very funny. Welcome back, Morrissey. Follow me on Twitter @MichaelBonner.

There are many revelations in Morrissey’s Autobiography, but perhaps the most unexpected arrives on page 194. “While in Denver,” writes Morrissey, “Johnny [Marr] and I attend a concert by A-ha, whom we have met previously and whom we quite like.”

In the weeks leading up to the release – at last! – of Autobiography, we have been bracing ourselves for possibility that he would – or more depressingly, wouldn’t – divulge many truths. About his sexuality, his relationship with his former Smiths bandmates, what he thinks of Bowie… Nothing, however, appeared to prepare us for the comprehensive nature of Morrissey’s disclosures in Autobiography. Look – here he is, turning down parts in EastEnders and Friends, contemplating fatherhood, being detained by Special Branch, telling us that he represented his school in the 100 and 400 metres. And some stuff about a guy called Jake.

As Dylan’s Chronicles or Neil Young’s Waging Heavy Peace have shown, it is possible for a musician writing an autobiography to successfully bypass niggly, pedantic details such as chronology, index and facts. Despite personally having little interest in great swathes of his solo career, the rock autobiography that’s given me most pleasure in the last few years has been Rod Stewart’s – simply because it satisfied the requirements of conventional storytelling.

One concern was that Morrissey might also ‘do a Dylan’ and opt for a strategy of obfuscation: ignore The Smiths, write round some other quite important things, spend a lot of time going into forensic detail about the recording of, say, Southpaw Grammar. Instead, what we have here is a very traditionally structured book that moves at a satisfying pace through Morrissey’s life and times, from his birth in “forgotten Victorian knife-plunging Manchester” up to December, 2011, with our hero about to leave Chicago after a rapturously received gig at the Congress Theater. At 457 pages, that works out at just over 8½ pages for every one of Morrissey’s 52 years. Though, of course, some years are bigger than others.

My overriding impression of Autobiography is the vividness of the detail. The bell that announces the end of the school day sounds at 3.40. With his Smiths advance from Rough Trade, he pays off a “lavish domestic phone bill of £80”. Ahead of their first Top Of The Pops appearance, the band are erroneously billed in The Sun as ‘Dismiss’. And so it goes. Such precise memories suggests Morrissey has been so profoundly affected by events that they have remained crystal-clear in his mind. Or perhaps he is a diligent archivist, with boxes full of clippings, cuttings and such ephemera. The book is littered with references and quotes from correspondence he’s received: among the most affecting are a letter from Johnny Marr after the Smiths split and a postcard from Kirsty MacColl that he receives weeks after her death.

The opening pages offer a fairly typical scene-setting: “Birds abstain from song in post-war industrial Manchester,” he writes, “where the 1960s will not swing, and where the locals are the opposite of worldly.” I’m reminded of Keith Richards’ Life, with its “landscapes of rubble, half a street’s disappeared… I couldn’t buy a bag of sweets until 1954”, a default setting for this kind of book. But Morrissey describes his childhood with a poet’s eye: “we are finely tailored flesh – good looking Irish trawling the slums of Moss Side and Hulme.” His descriptions of Manchester’s working class districts are profound and poetic; the passages that cover the depravations suffered by his own family often heartbreaking. The relocation of Nannie, his maternal grandmother “from Queen’s Square to a condemned house at 10 Trafalgar Square” captures the monstrous treatment of the working classes during the slum clearances. “Our lives are flattened before our eyes – as if the local council couldn’t wait a minute longer for we pack rats to gather our trappings and transistors.”

The opening sections of the book also detail his schooldays. His inquiry into the cruel discipline dished out by a headmaster (“What job did he think he was doing? And… for whom?”) or the sado-sexual behaviour of his PE teachers offers an insight into “the secret agony of a troubled child”. As he remarks, with a weight of sadness, “This is the Manchester school system of the 1960s, where sadness is habit forming.” This sadness dogs Morrissey for years to come.

His first gig is T.Rex at the Belle Vue on June 16, 1972, then Bowie – “every inch the eighth dimension”– at the Stretford Hardrock in September, Roxy Music two months later, where Morrissey speaks to Andy MacKay who’s pinball in the venue’s lobby. New York Dolls, Mott The Hoople, Lou Reed all follow. His prose captures the thrill of these formative musical encounters – a defining time in the life of the 12 year-old author. Roxy Music are “Agatha Christie queer,” he writes. It’s brilliant stuff.

Johnny Marr arrives on page 145. As Morrissey points out, they had met previously – “in the foyer of the Ardwick Apollo” at a Patti Smith gig. “I am shaken when I hear Johnny play guitar, because he is quite obviously gifted and almost unnaturally multi-talented.” In case you were wondering – and you probably are – Morrissey is extremely generous to Marr in the book – even after the Smiths’ split, when his emotional response to Marr veers from confusion to sadness. The Smiths section lasts 77 pages, from page 147 – 224; a good chunk – 16%, in fact – for what is essentially five years of his life.

What, then, do we learn about the Smiths? That Mike Joyce drum kit was called “Elsie”, that Mick Jagger came to see them live in New York and left after four songs, that Craig Gannon was “a fascinating bungle”. While writing about their time together, Morrissey is positive about his bandmates – with the exception of Gannon, who is hilarious dismissed with a typical flourish: “nothing useful vibrates in Craig’s upper storey”. Morrissey writes fondly about “signature Smiths’ powerhouse full-tilt”, or pauses during describing The Queen Is Dead sessions to comment admiringly that “Johnny is in the full vigour of his greatness”.

Morrissey’s ire is directed – during the passages on the Smiths, at least – towards Geoff Travis, head of Rough Trade, who describes “How Soon Is Now?” as “just noise”. In fact, Morrissey is at his funniest when rounding on a slight, real or perhaps imagined. His first TV appearance finds him in the Green Room with George Best, before he is (in his opinion) rather rudely interviewed by Henry Kelly, “a little, pinched Irish madam… wearing a suit that looked better on the hanger.” Meanwhile, “local newshound” Anthony Wilson is another frequent target, a man who “assumed the cocogniscenti cloak and found himself blessed with the need to assess, judge and grade – like a war general plastered with rows of ribbons but who had never actually seen battle”. He is spectacularly catty about Sandie Shaw, referred to here as “the Duchess of Cumberland Place” or “the Dagenhall Doll”. David Bowie “feeds on the blood of living mammals”.

The Smiths’ early success sees Morrissey taking up residence in Hornton Court in Kensington, where he receives visitors, some more welcome than others. Vanessa Redgrave arrives, “then goes on about social injustice in Namibia, and how we must all build a raft by late afternoon – preferably out of coconut matting.” Ann West and Winifred Johnson, whose children Lesley Ann and Keith were among the children abducted and killed by Ian Brady and Myra Hindley also pay a visit, and Morrissey responds warmly and with understandable sympathy.

Later, he tells us why he elected to be known professionally by his surname – “Only classical composers were known by their surnames, which suited by mudlark temperament quite nicely” – and that Marr gave him his most famous nickname, after the press started referring him as ‘miserable’: “Johnny putters with ‘misery’ and playfully arrives at ‘misery Mozzery’, which truncates to Moz, and I am classified ever after.”

Such japes and camaraderie – and the closeness Morrissey conspicuously felt to his bandmates – are thrown into some kind of relief towards the end of the section on the Smiths. Looking back, he writes, “At the hour of the Smiths birth, I had felt at the physical and emotional end of life. I had lost the ability to communicate and had been claimed by emotional oblivion.” Hang on. And then: “I became too despondent for anyone to cope with, and only my mother would take to me in understanding tones. Yet their comes a point where the suicidalist must shut it down if only in order to save face, otherwise you become a nightclub act minus the nightclub.” It’s an astonishing revelation: is Morrissey saying the Smiths saved him from suicide?

Elswhere, the first American tour finds a dejected Morrissey in pre-gentrified Times Square, in “a quagmire of midnight cowboys and sterile cuckoos” while he becomes convinced that “the other three Smiths are taking steps to oust me”. At one point, Morrissey writes that he and Travis became locked in litigation of Hatful Of Hollow, which delays the release of The Queen Is Dead by nine months.

The end comes almost without fanfare, following the sessions for the Strangeways, Here We Come. “It happened as quickly and as unemotionally as this sentence took to describe it.”

With the Smiths over, you could be forgiven for thinking that Morrissey’s solo career – and his domestic life – would perhaps take centre stage. Alas, no. The 1996 court case, in which Mike Joyce claimed his 25%, occupies 40 pages. It is inevitably the saddest, angriest and most bitter part of the book; a far cry from the withering put-downs and dismissals dished out to Travis, Wilson, the Manchester Evening News or whoever else has crossed him. Morrissey reserves particular venom for presiding judge Weeks, “a bent little man with big eyes in a small face, an unfortunate vision that even his personal wealth cannot save.”

Morrissey’s 2013 has been an extraordinary year, but for entirely the wrong reasons. He should have spent it celebrating 25 years as a solo artist – perhaps with a new album and maybe a deluxe edition box set collecting together his many solo hits. Instead, he has been blighted by health scares and cancelled tours. The will it/won’t it fuss surrounding the publication of Autobiography only seemed to suggest that Morrissey’s career was heading further off the rails. But then comes this: the book we (mostly) wanted it to be. It may not quite scale the lofty heights of David Niven’s deathless The Moon’s A Balloon – surely the benchmark for any aspiring autobiographer. And yet…

Is there an audiobook for this, and will Morrissey read it? I’d pay again for that. Autobiography is sharply written, rich, clever, rancorous, puffed-up, tender, catty, windy, poetic, and frequently very, very funny. Welcome back, Morrissey.

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Here's what you might not find in Autobiography… wrestling matches with Vini Reilly! Ouija boards, sauna sessions and extravagant pastries! A secret love of Black Box’s “Ride On Time”!... 25 years on, in this week’s archive feature, from our September 2013 issue, Uncut takes a forensic loo...

Here’s what you might not find in Autobiography… wrestling matches with Vini Reilly! Ouija boards, sauna sessions and extravagant pastries! A secret love of Black Box’s “Ride On Time”!… 25 years on, in this week’s archive feature, from our September 2013 issue, Uncut takes a forensic look at Morrissey’s first acts as a solo artist: Viva Hate, Bona Drag, Kill Uncle, Your Arsenal and Vauxhall And I. The bandmates, songwriters and producers tell all. Story: Rob Hughes

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VIVA HATE

Released: March 1988

Label: HMV

Producer: Stephen Street

Recorded at: The Wool Hall, Bath

Highest Chart Position: 1

Solo debut, issued six months after final Smiths album, Strangeways, Here We Come. Guitarist Vini Reilly added descriptive ambience to songs like “Late Night, Maudlin Street” and “Bengali In Platforms”, while Morrissey scored two major hit singles with “Suedehead” (No 5) and “Every Day Is Like Sunday” (No 9).

STEPHEN STREET, producer: Although it wasn’t long after Strangeways…, there was some trepidation, because this was pastures new and there was no guarantee that it would work. When Morrissey and I first started thinking about who could be involved, I wanted a technically good guitar player. But most of all I wanted someone who was completely different, style-wise, from Johnny Marr. Vini comes from Manchester too, so I thought that would help bring a mutual understanding.

VINI REILLY, guitarist: Recording with Morrissey was one of the best experiences of my life. I think the fact we were both Irish gave us something in common; we understood each other and there were lots of similarities. And we’d both had difficult childhoods and the rest of it. It forged a friendship between Morrissey and me, and a mutual respect that was based on him taking the piss out of me.

ANDREW PARESI, drummer: There was a terrific forward momentum throughout the recording. It was as if we were recording it on the Titanic and had half an hour to get it done. It had that kind of feel. And in that environment I think you can spark some very interesting things.

STREET: There was a tension in the sense that we were all worried about how we were going to follow in the footprints of The Smiths, but at the same time I think Morrissey found it refreshing to work with a new bunch of people. Andrew Paresi had a very wicked sense of humour and there was a lot of extremely witty, camp comedy flying backwards and forwards. It was actually fun times. I think he felt at home.

PARESI: Morrissey has a very acute understanding of funny, because he has a very firm grasp of the absurd realities of life. And you’ll find that view in all of his songs. He just had this fantastically humorous, mordant outlook on life. Plus he had a really calm, quiet, good-natured demeanour. It was a complete relief from the gallery of pop knob-ends that I’d been working with. At that time there was still this post-Live Aid, boozy, snorting, dick-wad kind of sensibility. Morrissey was the complete opposite. He could just as easily have been an ECM jazz musician, very esoteric.

REILLY: Me and Morrissey used to have wrestling matches. He was very physically together, very strong. We’d find a corridor, suddenly it would go off and no-one knew what to do. Or me and Mozza would be in the sauna, stark-bollock naked. Everybody else was too stupid about everything to do something like that, but Morrissey liked it: “What’s all the big fuss about?” Morrissey was trapped by a lot of people’s attitudes and stereotypes.

STREET: Every now and then Morrissey would come up with a reference. I remember him once referring me to Joni Mitchell. I didn’t realise until that point that Morrissey was a huge fan of hers. And that’s what led me to write “Late Night, Maudlin Street”. He told me: “I want a long, rambling track that loops round and round, à la Joni Mitchell.” That was the way Johnny Marr had worked with him. You had to come up with a backing track that wasn’t just a bunch of chords shoved down. I remember the night he did the vocals and just being absolutely stunned by the quality of the lyric and melody.

REILLY: There was a riff in my head for “Late Night, Maudlin Street”. It had a very ambient, hypnotic vibe to it. I remember it being late at night in the studio and Morrissey did a vocal that we didn’t expect. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, because it was exactly the kind of vibe I was feeling. It was so perfect. That was why I’d always wanted to work with Morrissey, because I knew he had this instinctual sense of melody and atmosphere. Whenever he got up to do a vocal performance he’d absolutely astound you, because it changed from being my jumble of free-form guitar. You never knew what he was going to do.

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BONA DRAG

Released: October 1990

Label: HMV

Producer: Stephen Street / Clive Langer / Alan Winstanley

Recorded at: The Wool Hall, Bath / Hook End Manor, Reading

Highest Chart Position: 9

Initially conceived as the follow-up to Viva Hate, Bona Drag instead morphed into a superior collection of singles (“Piccadilly Palare”, “November Spawned A Monster”) and killer B-sides (“Disappointed”, “Will Never Marry”, “Hairdresser On Fire”).

STEPHEN STREET: We made Viva Hate, then went back into the studio for the B-sides to “Everyday Is Like Sunday”. But the session was problematic in that there were quite a lot of mood swings from Vini Reilly at this point. So when we regrouped later in ’88, we decided not to use Vini this time. Instead it was like, ‘How about using Craig Gannon, Mike and Andy [Rourke]?’ Enough time had passed by then, which got me thinking even more that The Smiths were going to re-form.

MIKE JOYCE, drummer: We’d tried carrying on [as The Smiths], but it was that thing about having one quarter of what you love taken away from you. Then I got a call from Morrissey about a year later, asking me if I wanted to do some more work. He pretty much gave me carte blanche, so we got Andy and Craig and it felt natural.

STREET: I’m not a keyboard player, but for “Ouija Board, Ouija Board” it was Morrissey’s request to do something more like Sparks. Then, when I was no longer on the scene, Langer and Winstanley did their version.

CLIVE LANGER, co-producer: It very nearly didn’t happen at all. We’d been put together by the record company. I wasn’t a big Smiths fan and Morrissey wasn’t a Langer-Winstanley fan, though he liked Madness. So on the first day we were messing about with “Ouija Board…” and it just wasn’t sounding great. I didn’t want to put any pressure on him, so I said: “We don’t have to carry on with this.” And he said: “Fine, maybe we should just do this then leave it.” So we went to the pub. Then when we got back, the band had run through the tracks and they actually sounded pretty good. So we decided to make a start at some sort of relationship.

KEVIN ARMSTRONG, guitarist: I was quite open-minded about Morrissey. Obviously I realised that he’s an extremely sensitive, bright, intelligent artist. But on a personal level, I wasn’t really let in. I do remember Morrissey bringing in a record and us all dancing in the large studio room to “Ride On Time” by Black Box. It was his favourite record of the time.

LANGER: During the sessions, Morrissey made it clear that he was open to any of us giving him backing tracks. I wrote “November Spawned A Monster” on the piano and it sounded a bit Stones-like. He said he liked it, then did a vocal. When I realised what the subject matter was, I had this weird tune I’d been fiddling with and said: “How do you feel about me putting this in the middle as the ‘birth’?” And Morrissey said, “Let’s try it.” Then he suggested using Mary Margaret O’Hara, so the whole thing was very organic. She was completely bonkers, unfathomable, really.

ARMSTRONG: The other person who visited those sessions was Joan Sims, with Morrissey being a big Carry On fan and all that. She liked a glass of brandy and a good story. Suggs was there for a while, too. He did a voiceover on “Piccadilly Palare”.

LANGER: Morrissey had Madness come down for dinner, and also Vic and Bob one night. He’d say: “Clive, could you invite so-and-so down?” And when they’d come, he’d have dinner, then disappear. So I’d have to entertain them, which was interesting because I didn’t really know why they were there.

ARMSTRONG: Morrissey employed a chef at great expense. I think she was billed as Princess Margaret’s chef, so I thought it’d be an opportunity to eat really good food. But it was largely cream and pastries. Morrissey was always eating toast, but then there were these heavy, hearty, rich vegetarian meals. It wasn’t the worthy diet I expected.

PARESI: When you were having breakfast with Morrissey and something had got to him – whether it’s a criticism or a passionate feeling about something – he would look up and stare straight at you. It was right into your soul. You could actually feel your guts gripped. That was pretty impressive. What I remember is that sense of someone who was a beautiful savant, if you like.

ARMSTRONG: Morrissey had the haunted master bedroom at Hook End Manor. It’d belonged to David Gilmour, but originally it was the Bishop of Reading’s place or something, from the 16th Century. It’s got a long history and there were creepy vibes in the house. I think Morrissey got quite into that. We did actually play ouija one night. All sorts of things were spelt out. Alcohol and various things had been taken, so I can’t really remember. But we were in a darkened room with a candle.

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KILL UNCLE

Released: March 1991

Label: HMV

Producer: Clive Langer & Alan Winstanley

Recorded at: Hook End Manor, Oxfordshire

Highest Chart Position: 8

Morrissey’s most underrated solo album, marked by fragile song-poems, atypical textures (piano, strings, vibraphone) and a belated rockabilly rush that pointed the way to the more cohesive Your Arsenal.

MARK NEVIN, co-writer: I was in the studio with Kirsty [MacColl], recording Electric Landlady, and got a call about Morrissey’s manager wanting to speak to me. He just said to send him some music. So I sent these tapes off, addressed to ‘Burt Reynolds’, as I was told to write on the envelope. Then a postcard reply came, saying: “It’s Perfect.” [See below] I started to send more and I’d get these fantastic replies, first as postcards, then as brief letters in that spidery Morrissey scrawl. When it came to record at the studio, I was driving along and he was coming out of Hook End on his pushbike, exactly like one of the lookalikes from the “Stop Me If You Think You’ve Heard This One Before” video. It was surreal.

LANGER: We weren’t interested in musical fashions at the time, like the whole Manchester thing. That’s why Kill Uncle got slated, because it didn’t fit in and didn’t sound like The Smiths. But I thought that was its strength. Each song had a different story and feel. I wanted to pull out the colour in each song, without making it sound too over the top.

NEVIN: It was a bizarre experience. There was no sit-down or deciding what we were going to do. One reason was that Morrissey was so private and shy and wasn’t forthcoming. So nobody really took the lead on it. Clive did quite a lot of different things than I’d originally imagined. Where I’d perhaps put an electric guitar, he’d put a piano, which was very much his style from the Madness thing. “Asian Rut” was a good example of trying to bring in different instruments. There’s vibraphone, Indian violin and double bass bows. All these instruments hadn’t been heard on a Morrissey record before.

PARESI: To use a parallel from the animal kingdom, it’s as if Morrissey went into a chrysalis stage and emerged out the other side as a rockabilly butterfly. Essentially that album was the changeover. It was like the driver going from the local train to the express.

NEVIN: “Our Frank” was the first one we recorded. Clive and Alan [Winstanley] put a load of slapback echo on Morrissey’s voice, so it was real Elvis style. Bedders [bassist Mark Bedford] and I were having this first-day-at-school giggly moment. The words of the song were very funny: “I’m gonna be sick all over your frankly vulgar red pullover”. So we were laughing at that and also because we were nervous and it was Morrissey. The whole thing escalated into hysteria. I think Morrissey was delighted by the effect he had on us.

LANGER: We used to socialise a bit. All of us went to see the Buzzcocks one night and we went bowling once. Morrissey’s pretty good at sports. We used to play football a lot and he was quite aggressive.

NEVIN: Around the dinner table there’d be lots of chat going on. Although Morrissey often wouldn’t say anything, which could be very intimidating. He’d sit there silently presiding over our nervousness and awkwardness. I felt a bit like a new kid at boarding school.

PARESI: I remember one twilit night at Hook End in autumn. A lot of apples had fallen in the orchard and Morrissey picked some of them up. Then he walked down to the wire fence and started feeding the cows. They were really enjoying the apples and making a loud noise, which made Morrissey burst out laughing. It was absolutely the most touching thing.

LANGER: Morrissey and I used to go on really long walks in the forest. I felt like I got pretty close to him and lived in his world for a year or so. And it’s not a logical world. He lives by his own rules and you have to live those rules as well when you’re with him. In a way it’s a bit sad, because it was an intense experience, then when you finished working with him, that was the end. It feels like you’ve made a friend, then you don’t hear from them again.

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YOUR ARSENAL

Released: July 1992

Label: HMV

Producer: Mick Ronson

Recorded at: Utopia, London / The Wool Hall, Bath

Highest Chart Position: 4

With Bowie’s one-time lieutenant as producer, and the arrival of what was to become his most trusted lineup (Boz Boorer, Alain Whyte, Gary Day), Morrissey embraced glam and his newfound love of rockabilly.

NEVIN: Due to prior commitments, I didn’t do the Kill Uncle tour, but Morrissey said: “Let’s do the next album anyway, I’d like us to write together.” But in the end there were only two songs of mine on Your Arsenal. The rest had been scrapped. I think it was Morrissey’s ‘up yours’ to me [for not going on tour]: you dumped me and now I’m getting you back. That was the implication.

NEVIN: Originally the Your Arsenal songs were all mine. He called me up and asked who we should get to produce it. I suggested Mick Ronson. At the time, Mick Ronson hadn’t been seen or heard of for a long time. Morrissey said: “What a great idea, can you get hold of him?” So I put the word out to different people I knew. Then one day Mick Ronson called me from New York: “I hear you want to talk to me about producing Morrissey. What’s he like?” I said: “He’s Morrissey, y’know, The Smiths.” And Mick just went: “What are they like?” He’d never even heard of them. Then he said he was coming to London in a few days, so Morrissey asked if I could get him to come round to my house in Camden the following Friday. A week later, I opened my front door and there was Mick Ronson, looking like he’d been frozen in time since the Ziggy Stardust tour, with this blond mullet. He sat down in my front room, then Morrissey turned up, all quiff and glasses, with [assistant] Peter Hogg. And they just sat on the opposite sofa looking at each other. It was very awkward, but thankfully Peter Hogg was gobby. At one point he turned to Ronson and said: “So Mick, did David ever try to shag ya?” And Mick went: “Bloody tried to a few times. Never bloody succeeded!” I don’t think we even spoke about the record. It was all so bizarre, then somewhere down the line it was arranged that Mick was going to produce it.

MORRISSEY: He asked me what kind of LP I wanted to make, and I said, “One people would listen to for a very long time,” and he said, “Oh, all right then,” as if I’d asked him to put the cat out.

SPENCER COBRIN, drummer: Mick Ronson was a lovely fella, completely understated, unassuming, soft-spoken. He was also very sick at the time. His spirit came out when he picked up the guitar. I remember sitting next to him at the console when he put down some eerie e-bow guitar on “Seasick, Yet Still Docked”. I noticed his fingertips were gnarly and calloused. I could see his passion for music by looking at those fingers of his.

MORRISSEY: I’d always pushed the vocal against the structure of the melody, and I didn’t know how long this could work. Mick said, “You haven’t even started.” He’d learnt all writing systems, tunings and chord combinations the best way – by ear, which is usually the secret of great music. But he took me aside one night and said, “You realise your drummer can’t actually play?” and I said, “Yes. But it isn’t always a problem.” Mick could have used this as a stick to beat me with, but his only instinct was to save all of us – drummer included – from the snake pit. There wasn’t a single moment when Mick wasn’t patient and understanding. We all absolutely loved him.

NEVIN: I did go to the studio to do “I Know It’s Gonna Happen Someday”, which is credited as being produced by Mick, but he wasn’t there. He had cancer and was undergoing treatment at the hospital, so I did all that with the band. Although there was a very strange moment when Mick did come back and started listening to the song. It got to the end where it’s doing that really obvious “Rock’n’Roll Suicide” rip-off and he looked at me as if to say, “Are you having a laugh?”

COBRIN: All I can remember of Your Arsenal was nerves and feeling totally under the gun. There was no real instruction given by Morrissey, or if there was it was probably something cryptic. On Southpaw Grammar [1995], for example, the directive for “The Boy Racer” was: “It sounds too much like Waitrose; needs to be more Harrods.” So we’d listen to the rough demos and flesh out the tracks in the studio. I’ve no idea what instruction Morrissey gave to Mick in terms of production. But I think just having Mick there with his sensibilities was probably enough to shape the record.

MORRISSEY: Mick had zero ego and cared only for the common good – he was without a shred of preciousness given the incredible turns his life had taken. Furthermore, he was blond-haired, blue-eyed handsome – still a shy smile. It struck me how he would have been magnificent for The Smiths’ first LP, but any mention of a top-notch producer and Rough Trade would drop like ’30s TB patients at the thought of having to pay for something.

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VAUXHALL AND I

Released: March 1994

Label: Parlophone

Producer: Steve Lillywhite

Recorded at: Hook End Manor, Oxfordshire

Highest Chart Position: 1

Arguably Morrissey’s finest solo work, in which he addresses the vagaries of a post-Smiths world in tones that veer from poignant and reflective to caustic and downright belligerent.

STEVE LILLYWHITE, producer: I’d mixed “Ask” for The Smiths, but I’d never met Morrissey until this album. He told me he’d booked the studio, so I phoned him back with a list of all Chris Dickie’s credits, to convince him that this was the guy to use as engineer. And Morrissey just went: “Steve, stop. How long is his hair?” I said it wasn’t very long, so he went: “Good. That’s all I need to know.” So Chris Dickie got the job because he didn’t have long hair!

JONNY BRIDGWOOD, bassist: There was a general air of excitement from day one. The feeling was that we were about to create something that was quite special. Everyone was keen and enthusiastic.

WOODIE TAYLOR, drummer: I learnt so much from Steve Lillywhite, who has the incredible gift of being able to draw the best performances from all those he works with. I think it certainly helped that there was a huge amount of new blood injected into the album. On the first sessions that he produced, Chris Dickie engineered, Danton Supple assisted, Jonny Bridgwood played bass, I drummed and Boz Boorer wrote the music – we had a lot to prove. Morrissey was singing better than ever, too.

LILLYWHITE: Morrissey looks at a song not as verse-chorus-verse, but as a story. He didn’t think like musicians do or really care about the nuts and bolts of it. I remember him coming in one day and we played him a track. He just looked at me and said, “Steve: Shepherd’s Bush 1964, The Who.” Then he just walked out.

BRIDGWOOD: Morrissey would come into the control room, have a listen and give his seal of approval, or not. Unlike other singers, he doesn’t interfere in the musical process, although he’ll steer it in a direction he’s comfortable with.

LILLYWHITE: Boz [Boorer] and Alain [Whyte] would send Morrissey cassettes of music and when he had enough, he’d go: “OK, it’s time to make a record.” Then he’d send the songs back that he liked and they’d have song titles next to each one. So we’d record the tune without knowing what the vocals or lyrics were. I couldn’t wait to do one called “Lifeguard Sleeping, Girl Drowning”. When Morrissey eventually came to do the vocals, he had the song in a completely different way, so his chorus would sometimes start halfway through the verse. I did three albums with Morrissey, of which Vauxhall And I was by far the most satisfying. It was certainly a crowning moment for me.

BRIDGWOOD: When Morrissey did his vocals, we all cleared out for a few days and let him get on with it. So when we came back we didn’t know what to expect. The vocal on “Lifeguard…” sounded totally different, but once you heard it, the whole thing made perfect sense.

LILLYWHITE: Morrissey would spend a lot of time in the bath or in his bedroom. We had this dice game that we used to love playing and he would occasionally join in. But he was always on the outside looking in. He’d watch as all these other things went on, just observing.

BRIDGWOOD: I remember Woodie and me sitting at the back of the control room and Morrissey was talking to us. He asked how I got into playing bass. I told him I just loved the sound of it and he said: “Yes, but it’s not the kind of thing that you want to do from the age of five, is it?” I thought that was very funny.

LILLYWHITE: There was a manager who looked after the biggest male artist of the time. I won’t say who it was, but this guy wanted to manage Morrissey. So he flew from Los Angeles to Heathrow and got a car to drive him all the way to Hook End Manor for this meeting. Morrissey glanced at him as he came in, then basically rushed off and disappeared. Two hours passed and there was no sign. It was all a bit embarrassing and eventually this guy left. In the end, Morrissey appeared from the pub. He literally said he didn’t like the look of his hair. He’d only glimpsed the back of his head and that meeting never did happen. Aesthetics for him are everything.

The 38th Uncut Playlist Of 2013, plus Morrissey Autobiography lucky dip!

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Page 366: Kenneth Williams. Page 437 Peter Wyngarde. Page 88 WH Auden. Page 384 Diana Dors. Page 27 JACKPOT! It's Myra Hindley! It’s deadline day at Uncut, but I’ve been somewhat distracted by playing Morrisssey Autobiography lucky dip. Michael’s working his way through it in a more organised and assiduous fashion, and will be posting something later in the day, with a prevailing wind. As for music, lots to play here. Let me gently steer you towards the Howard Ivans track, which is one of the Spacebomb projects that Matthew E White has been sitting on for God knows how long, and which shows the Spacebomb crew’s arranging virtuosity can stretch to elaborate symphonic funk in the vein of Quincy Jones. Impressive. Also worth checking out: a very promising taster of the Linda Perhacs comeback; the best Bowie track of the year; the Necks album, which has become my default album every single morning; and, again, Courtney Barnett, who I’ve now decided reminds me of Liz Phair signed to the Half A Cow label. “Avant Gardener” is really stuck in my head at the moment, and I’m OK with that. Hey, page 283: Dirk Bogarde! Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey 1 The Necks – Open (Northern Spy) 2 Howard Ivans – Red Face Boy (Spacebomb) 3 Goat – Live Ballroom Ritual (Rocket) 4 Israel Nash Gripka – Israel Nash’s Rain Plains (Loose) 5 Joni Mitchell – Court And Spark (Asylum) 6 Parquet Courts – Tally All The Things That You Broke EP (What’s Your Rupture?) 7 Unknown Mortal Orchestra – Blue Record (Jagjaguwar) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MI5sCbEWROw 8 Low – The Visible End (Sub Pop) 9 Birds Of Maya – September 7, 2013 Paradise Of Bachelors/WXYC Day Show, Hopscotch Music Festival (nyctaper.com) 10 Linda Perhacs – Prisms Of Glass (Live At Mexican Summer: Five Years Festival) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swfynsupEYk 11 White Denim – Corsicana Lemonade (Downtown) Read my review here 12 Various Artists – Purple Snow: Forecasting The Minneapolis Sound (Numero Group) 13 White Fence – Live In San Francisco (Castleface) 14 Brendan Benson – You Were Right (Lojinx) 15 La Femme 'Psycho Tropical Berlin' (Disque Pointo) 16 David Bowie – Love Is Lost (Hello Steve Reich Mix By James Murphy For The DFA) (ISO) 17 Courtney Barnett – The Double EP: A Sea Of Split Peas (House Anxiety) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcnIhzaDTd0 18 Alasdair Roberts & Robin Robertson – Hrta Songs (Stone Tape) 19 Al Green – Let’s Stay Together (Hi/Fat Possum) 20 Al Green – I’m Still In Love With You (Hi/Fat Possum) 21 Al Green – Greatest Hits (Hi/Fat Possum) 22 High Water – The Beautiful Moon EP (Other People) 23 Jaakko Eino Kalevi - No End (Weird World) 24 Yo La Tengo – Fade: Deluxe Edition (Matador) 25 Four Tet – Beautiful Rewind (Text) 26 Sun Kil Moon – Micheline (Caldo Verde) 27 The Necks – Mosquito (ReR Megacorp) 28 Endless Boogie – Long Island (No Quarter)

Page 366: Kenneth Williams. Page 437 Peter Wyngarde. Page 88 WH Auden. Page 384 Diana Dors. Page 27 JACKPOT! It’s Myra Hindley!

It’s deadline day at Uncut, but I’ve been somewhat distracted by playing Morrisssey Autobiography lucky dip. Michael’s working his way through it in a more organised and assiduous fashion, and will be posting something later in the day, with a prevailing wind.

As for music, lots to play here. Let me gently steer you towards the Howard Ivans track, which is one of the Spacebomb projects that Matthew E White has been sitting on for God knows how long, and which shows the Spacebomb crew’s arranging virtuosity can stretch to elaborate symphonic funk in the vein of Quincy Jones. Impressive.

Also worth checking out: a very promising taster of the Linda Perhacs comeback; the best Bowie track of the year; the Necks album, which has become my default album every single morning; and, again, Courtney Barnett, who I’ve now decided reminds me of Liz Phair signed to the Half A Cow label. “Avant Gardener” is really stuck in my head at the moment, and I’m OK with that.

Hey, page 283: Dirk Bogarde!

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

1 The Necks – Open (Northern Spy)

2 Howard Ivans – Red Face Boy (Spacebomb)

3 Goat – Live Ballroom Ritual (Rocket)

4 Israel Nash Gripka – Israel Nash’s Rain Plains (Loose)

5 Joni Mitchell – Court And Spark (Asylum)

6 Parquet Courts – Tally All The Things That You Broke EP (What’s Your Rupture?)

7 Unknown Mortal Orchestra – Blue Record (Jagjaguwar)

8 Low – The Visible End (Sub Pop)

9 Birds Of Maya – September 7, 2013 Paradise Of Bachelors/WXYC Day Show, Hopscotch Music Festival (nyctaper.com)

10 Linda Perhacs – Prisms Of Glass (Live At Mexican Summer: Five Years Festival)

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

11 White Denim – Corsicana Lemonade (Downtown)

Read my review here

12 Various Artists – Purple Snow: Forecasting The Minneapolis Sound (Numero Group)

13 White Fence – Live In San Francisco (Castleface)

14 Brendan Benson – You Were Right (Lojinx)

15 La Femme ‘Psycho Tropical Berlin’ (Disque Pointo)

16 David Bowie – Love Is Lost (Hello Steve Reich Mix By James Murphy For The DFA) (ISO)

17 Courtney Barnett – The Double EP: A Sea Of Split Peas (House Anxiety)

18 Alasdair Roberts & Robin Robertson – Hrta Songs (Stone Tape)

19 Al Green – Let’s Stay Together (Hi/Fat Possum)

20 Al Green – I’m Still In Love With You (Hi/Fat Possum)

21 Al Green – Greatest Hits (Hi/Fat Possum)

22 High Water – The Beautiful Moon EP (Other People)

23 Jaakko Eino Kalevi – No End (Weird World)

24 Yo La Tengo – Fade: Deluxe Edition (Matador)

25 Four Tet – Beautiful Rewind (Text)

26 Sun Kil Moon – Micheline (Caldo Verde)

27 The Necks – Mosquito (ReR Megacorp)

28 Endless Boogie – Long Island (No Quarter)

Kim Deal ‘welcome to rejoin Pixies’

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Kim Deal is welcome to rejoin Pixies if she wants to, drummer Dave Lovering has told NME. The band parted ways with Deal earlier this year and then replaced her with Kim Shattuck, who has previously played with The Muffs and The Pandoras. However, in a new interview with NME Lovering extends an ol...

Kim Deal is welcome to rejoin Pixies if she wants to, drummer Dave Lovering has told NME.

The band parted ways with Deal earlier this year and then replaced her with Kim Shattuck, who has previously played with The Muffs and The Pandoras. However, in a new interview with NME Lovering extends an olive branch to the bass player.

Speaking about the split, Lovering says: “We left it open. It was sad and tough when she left, but we wish her well and she has a welcome back if she’d like to. When she said she was leaving it was distressing and there was a lot of panic and we were like, ‘What are we going to do?’ We thought the correct thing is to go forward. So we did.”

Meanwhile, the band have also hinted that there will be a follow up to the ‘EP1’ they released earlier this year. “There’s definitely ‘EP2′” says guitarist Joey Santiago, “but the rest is a secret.” Lovering elaborates further, “I know ‘EP1’ is maybe missing some of the punk, and maybe the next one will come back to that.”

Pixies played their first UK gig with Shattuck at Camden’s Roundhouse last month (September 25) as part of the iTunes Festival. The Boston band delivered a bumper 28-song set which included ‘Andro Queen’ and ‘Indie Cindy’, from their new EP, ‘EP1’, as well as classics such as ‘Wave Of Mutilation’ and an encore of ‘Monkey Gone To Heaven’ and ‘Vamos’.