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Birmingham City Council could be set to introduce ‘Black Sabbath day’

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Birmingham City Council could be set to create 'Black Sabbath day', after a report from one of their councillors urged them to do more to celebrate the city's celebrities. The metal legends, who announced late last year that they will be reuniting to record a new album and world tour, were formed...

Birmingham City Council could be set to create ‘Black Sabbath day’, after a report from one of their councillors urged them to do more to celebrate the city’s celebrities.

The metal legends, who announced late last year that they will be reuniting to record a new album and world tour, were formed in Birmingham suburb of Aston in 1969 and all of the band’s members grew up in the surrounding area.

They will return to the Midlands later this summer to headline Download Festival and Councillor Philip Parkin, who compiled the report on how he believes Birmingham can boost its tourist industry, says it is “an opportunity that should not be missed”.

Writing in a report, which is titled ‘Destination Birmingham’, Parkin says of the role Black Sabbath could play in promoting the city: “Black Sabbath’s reunion and their agreement to headline Download Festival in June is an opportunity we should not miss. Early discussions are taking place about how best the city should celebrate this and the council should be supporting any celebrations.”

Speaking to the Birmingham Post about the report, Parkin said: “The report is saying that Black Sabbath reforming is significant, Black Sabbath are huge and metal is huge. Given this, it is us saying to the council that we need to celebrate the fact these people come from Birmingham. We could hold a civic event and potentially invite the band along to say thank you from Birmingham for the contribution they’ve made to music in our city.”

Black Sabbath are currently working on their comeback studio album, which they have continued to do despite the revelation that their guitarist Tony Iommi had been diagnosed with cancer.

The band have moved their recording sessions from the US over to the UK so they can continue to work on the album while Iommi receives treatment.

Cabaret Voltaire – Johnny Yesno Redux

Cabaret Voltaire's Steel City noir, now rewired with extras... In 1982, the year Channel Four began, Sheffield electronic act Cabaret Voltaire announced the launch of their own VHS label, Doublevision. In an age when video was beginning to make an impact, Doublevision reflected the promise of a more DIY approach to film making – a cinematic equivalent of punk’s “here’s three chords – now go and form a band” credo. The label’s flagship release was Johnny YesNo, a 20 minute short directed by young film maker Peter Care, and slathered in The Cabs’ primitive samplers, needling frequencies, blenched tape loops and distorted drum computers. Care has since become a successful commercial director, with a CV that includes promos for, er, CV as well as Thomas Dolby, Depeche Mode and REM, to lucrative TV commercials and an episode of Six Feet Under. Johnny YesNo certainly feels like a testbed for an MTV vid, though its sleazy prurience and explicit drug ingestion would have given broadcasters at the time – three years before the Beeb’s ban on “Relax” – tachycardic seizures. Filmed around the garish hotels and neon-lit nightclub district of Sheffield, it’s often called an example of Steel City noir, except that description conceals the vivid, livid colour scheme that leaps out of the screen. ‘Johnny’, played by square-jawed Jack Elliott, get mixed up in some violent gang business thanks to his attraction to a mysterious femme fatale who recurs as a club dancer, angelic moll, and strung-out junkie with a gunshot wound. Hallucinating on a bloodstained hotel bed with the contents of a hypodermic in his arm, Johnny can’t seem to separate these incarnations or sort out the narrative of what appears to have been a very eventful and traumatic past 24 hours. But plot takes second place to ambience, and the action gives way to an incredible, disorientating close-up of Johnny lying upside-down in a shale quarry, with the ground shifting queasily and illogically under his ripped shirt. For this redux reissue package, Care has additionally ‘reimagined’ the film, this time using a handheld digicam with two actors in an LA motel. It works as an interesting commentary on the original, and makes the male character less knowable than the female, although the ending is left far less resolved. Both DVDs include plenty of short sketches and alternate sequences, a kind of video workbook towards the finished item, though the end results are at best impressionistic. The 1982 version paints Sheffield’s streets as a tawdry Yorkshire take on Vegas, and in its transitions from misogynistic violence to external shots of the moors and bleak industrial wastelands, are distinct echoes of the recently concluded Ripper case. At the same time, Johnny YesNo’s restless, strobing edits connect the dots between Kenneth Anger and Darren Aronofsky, and Cabaret Voltaire’s punishing electronic music never found a more appropriate setting. EXTRAS: Outtakes, 2 CDs of Cabaret Voltaire tracks. Rob Young

Cabaret Voltaire’s Steel City noir, now rewired with extras…

In 1982, the year Channel Four began, Sheffield electronic act Cabaret Voltaire announced the launch of their own VHS label, Doublevision. In an age when video was beginning to make an impact, Doublevision reflected the promise of a more DIY approach to film making – a cinematic equivalent of punk’s “here’s three chords – now go and form a band” credo. The label’s flagship release was Johnny YesNo, a 20 minute short directed by young film maker Peter Care, and slathered in The Cabs’ primitive samplers, needling frequencies, blenched tape loops and distorted drum computers.

Care has since become a successful commercial director, with a CV that includes promos for, er, CV as well as Thomas Dolby, Depeche Mode and REM, to lucrative TV commercials and an episode of Six Feet Under. Johnny YesNo certainly feels like a testbed for an MTV vid, though its sleazy prurience and explicit drug ingestion would have given broadcasters at the time – three years before the Beeb’s ban on “Relax” – tachycardic seizures.

Filmed around the garish hotels and neon-lit nightclub district of Sheffield, it’s often called an example of Steel City noir, except that description conceals the vivid, livid colour scheme that leaps out of the screen. ‘Johnny’, played by square-jawed Jack Elliott, get mixed up in some violent gang business thanks to his attraction to a mysterious femme fatale who recurs as a club dancer, angelic moll, and strung-out junkie with a gunshot wound. Hallucinating on a bloodstained hotel bed with the contents of a hypodermic in his arm, Johnny can’t seem to separate these incarnations or sort out the narrative of what appears to have been a very eventful and traumatic past 24 hours. But plot takes second place to ambience, and the action gives way to an incredible, disorientating close-up of Johnny lying upside-down in a shale quarry, with the ground shifting queasily and illogically under his ripped shirt.

For this redux reissue package, Care has additionally ‘reimagined’ the film, this time using a handheld digicam with two actors in an LA motel. It works as an interesting commentary on the original, and makes the male character less knowable than the female, although the ending is left far less resolved. Both DVDs include plenty of short sketches and alternate sequences, a kind of video workbook towards the finished item, though the end results are at best impressionistic.

The 1982 version paints Sheffield’s streets as a tawdry Yorkshire take on Vegas, and in its transitions from misogynistic violence to external shots of the moors and bleak industrial wastelands, are distinct echoes of the recently concluded Ripper case. At the same time, Johnny YesNo’s restless, strobing edits connect the dots between Kenneth Anger and Darren Aronofsky, and Cabaret Voltaire’s punishing electronic music never found a more appropriate setting.

EXTRAS: Outtakes, 2 CDs of Cabaret Voltaire tracks.

Rob Young

US Presidential candidate Newt Gingrich sued for using ‘Eye Of The Tiger’

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Newt Gingrich, who is among the frontrunners to become the Republican candidate for the US Presidency, is facing a lawsuit over his use of 'Eye Of The Tiger'. The track was recorded by the band Survivor and was first released in 1982, but is perhaps best known for its appearance in the classic bo...

Newt Gingrich, who is among the frontrunners to become the Republican candidate for the US Presidency, is facing a lawsuit over his use of ‘Eye Of The Tiger’.

The track was recorded by the band Survivor and was first released in 1982, but is perhaps best known for its appearance in the classic boxing film Rocky III.

According to TMZ, Rude Music Inc, a firm which is owned by a member of the band Survivor, filed a lawsuit yesterday (January 30) in Illinois and claims that Gingrich has used the song as his intro music at various events since 2009, despite never having sought permission from the band to do so.

The lawsuit demands that Gingrich stop using the track immediately and also pays Rude Music Inc an unspecified amount of damages.

You can watch a video of Gingrich walking out to address a packed conference hall while ‘Eye Of The Tiger’ plays in the background by scrolling down to the bottom of the screen and clicking.

Gingrich, who was formerly speaker in the US House Of Representatives, has yet to comment on the lawsuit.

Hear Jack White’s new solo single ‘Love Interruption’

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Jack White has unveiled his new solo single 'Love Interruption' online - scroll down and click below to hear it. The ex-White Stripes man is releasing the track as a seven-inch single next Tuesday (February 7), ahead of the release of his debut solo album 'Blunderbuss' on April 23. Produced by White at his own Third Man Studio in Nashville, the single comes backed with non-album B-side 'Machine Gun Silhouette' – it's available for pre-order from JackWhiteIII.com and Thirdmanrecords.com . Speaking about 'Blunderbuss', White commented that it was "an album I couldn't have released until now". He continued: "I've put off making records under my own name for a long time but these songs feel like they could only be presented under my name. These songs were written from scratch, had nothing to do with anyone or anything else but my own expression, my own colors on my own canvas." The unveiling of the material comes almost a year to the day (February 2, 2011) that The White Stripes announced they had split up. A statement released by the duo – which also featured White's former wife Meg White – claimed that artistic differences, health issues or a "lack of wanting to continue" were not the reasons for the split. "It [the split] is for a myriad of reasons, but mostly to preserve what is beautiful and special about the band and have it stay that way," the statement said. In the 12 months since the end of the band, White has kept himself busy with collaborations and production work at his Third Man Records label, working with Insane Clown Posse, Tom Jones, US comic Stephen Colbert and rapper Black Milk. White also played US live dates with The Raconteurs, his band with Brendan Benson and The Greenhornes' Patrick Keeler and Jack Lawrence, last September. His other band, The Dead Weather – which also features The Kills' Alison Mosshart – released their second album 'Sea Of Cowards' in 2010.

Jack White has unveiled his new solo single ‘Love Interruption’ online – scroll down and click below to hear it.

The ex-White Stripes man is releasing the track as a seven-inch single next Tuesday (February 7), ahead of the release of his debut solo album ‘Blunderbuss’ on April 23.

Produced by White at his own Third Man Studio in Nashville, the single comes backed with non-album B-side ‘Machine Gun Silhouette’ – it’s available for pre-order from JackWhiteIII.com and Thirdmanrecords.com .

Speaking about ‘Blunderbuss’, White commented that it was “an album I couldn’t have released until now”.

He continued: “I’ve put off making records under my own name for a long time but these songs feel like they could only be presented under my name. These songs were written from scratch, had nothing to do with anyone or anything else but my own expression, my own colors on my own canvas.”

The unveiling of the material comes almost a year to the day (February 2, 2011) that The White Stripes announced they had split up. A statement released by the duo – which also featured White’s former wife Meg White – claimed that artistic differences, health issues or a “lack of wanting to continue” were not the reasons for the split.

“It [the split] is for a myriad of reasons, but mostly to preserve what is beautiful and special about the band and have it stay that way,” the statement said.

In the 12 months since the end of the band, White has kept himself busy with collaborations and production work at his Third Man Records label, working with Insane Clown Posse, Tom Jones, US comic Stephen Colbert and rapper Black Milk.

White also played US live dates with The Raconteurs, his band with Brendan Benson and The Greenhornes’ Patrick Keeler and Jack Lawrence, last September.

His other band, The Dead Weather – which also features The Kills’ Alison Mosshart – released their second album ‘Sea Of Cowards’ in 2010.

The Shins add a second London show to March tour

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The Shins have added a second London show to their European tour, meaning they will now play London's HMV Forum on March 22 and 23. The shows will be the band's first in the UK for four years and come just days before they release their fourth studio album 'Port Of Morrow' on March 20. The Shin...

The Shins have added a second London show to their European tour, meaning they will now play London’s HMV Forum on March 22 and 23.

The shows will be the band’s first in the UK for four years and come just days before they release their fourth studio album ‘Port Of Morrow’ on March 20.

The Shins have posted online ‘Simple Song’, the first single from the album, which you can listen to by scrolling down and clicking below, is the first new material to emerge from the group since their 2007 LP ‘Wincing The Night Away’.

The band left Sub Pop in 2008, so the new album will be released on band leader James Mercer’s Aural Apothecary label via Columbia Records. The 10 tracks were produced by Greg Kurstin in both Los Angeles and Portland over the past year.

The new line-up – made up of Mercer, Yuuki Matthews, Jessica Dobson, Richard Swift and Joe Plummer – will also play shows in Amsterdam, Paris, Berlin and Stockholm. Since the band’s last album Mercer teamed up with Danger Mouse to form the band Broken Bells in 2009.

The Shins play:

London HMV Forum (March 22, 23)

Amsterdam Melkweg (25)

Paris Bataclan (26)

Berlin Kesselhaus (28)

Stockholm Berns (30)

Michael Chapman, Dean McPhee, Daniel Land live: January 29, 2012

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There is a fairly telling moment, about three-quarters of the way through this mostly excellent night of three guitarists, at the Lexington, between the Angel and King’s Cross. Michael Chapman has just finished a remarkable solo piece and is off to prepare for an improvised session with his support acts, Dean McPhee and Daniel Land. I can’t recall the exact words, but the gist is, “This will finally stop people claiming I’m a folksinger.” At 70, and finally, justifiably acclaimed as a more-or-less great songwriter and guitarist, Chapman has arrived at what we might call his ‘late-period John Fahey moment’. His early classics (“Fully Qualified Survivor”, “Rainmaker”) are being lavishly reissued. He is encouraged to revisit his old songs instrumentally, to showcase a liquid and elaborate technique (“Words Fail Me”). He has a new generation of admirers singing his praises. What else to do, then, than act on the encouragement of one of those fans (Thurston Moore) and embark on a new venture as an avant-garde improviser? Tonight closes with Chapman, McPhee and Land working on the hoof in response to Chapman’s latest album, “The Resurrection And Revenge Of The Clayton Peacock” (a Leeds United reference to Adam Clayton, perhaps?). First, though, each takes a solo turn. I’ve written a few times in the past about Dean McPhee (on his “Son Of The Black Peace” album and “Brown Bear” EP, for a start), and usually compared his reverberant solo electric pieces with Vini Reilly and The Durutti Column. Tonight though, while no less atmospheric, there is something twanging and bluesier about his lovely instrumentals, which remind me of a bunch of acts who acted as dusty, rootsy, notionally more ‘organic’ outriders of post-rock in the 1990s: Pell Mell and Scenic, say, and perhaps Two Dollar Guitar. It’s especially apparent in a new tune called “Evil Eye”, rattling train rhythms cutting a swathe through blasted expanses. Daniel Land, a new name to me, also seems to have certain 1990s antecedents for his quasi-ambient, fx-heavy sound: namely, players who stretched out the shoegazing template like Fuxa and some of Flying Saucer Attack’s Bristol associates (Light, maybe? Hard to remember now), as well as one who helped formulate that same template, Robin Guthrie. Not bad. Michael Chapman, meanwhile, seems vigorously intent on proving, in the space of about 15 minutes, that he’s the match for most any revered Takoma School guitarist, old or new. The virtuosity is breathtaking, as Chapman uses his wedding ring as a slide and ramps up into a Jimmy Page-like flurry of notes (gifts already apparent on his ’69 debut, “Rainmaker”, it transpires). But there’s a sensuousness and warmth, too, a feel that makes the display so much more than a kind of downhome technoflash. Chapman is one of the relatively few British guitarists to push the folk idiom into more experimental territory, compared with so many of his American contemporaries. Like John Fahey’s late work, though, there’s a sense that a piece like “Clayton Peacock”, diverting as it is, might signal a certain range, ambition and mischievous instinct while not necessarily being the best showcase of his skills. Consequently, while this live take (rehearsed in 30 minutes, according to a wry McPhee; the remaining 90 minutes of their time slot was given over to “wine”) has less of the faintly industrial grind of the “Clayton Peacock” album, Chapman’s general Thurstonning is often too subtle to cut through the diligent work of McPhee and through Land’s soupier environments. Every few minutes, he revisits a bass-like theme, distantly reminiscent of Funkadelic, that is pleasingly incongruous in a piece which mostly has a kind of free rock predictability to it, if that makes sense. Mostly, though, the endeavour feels more like a forward-thinking way to end a good night, rather than a climax. Follow me on Twitter: @JohnRMulvey

There is a fairly telling moment, about three-quarters of the way through this mostly excellent night of three guitarists, at the Lexington, between the Angel and King’s Cross.

Michael Chapman has just finished a remarkable solo piece and is off to prepare for an improvised session with his support acts, Dean McPhee and Daniel Land. I can’t recall the exact words, but the gist is, “This will finally stop people claiming I’m a folksinger.”

At 70, and finally, justifiably acclaimed as a more-or-less great songwriter and guitarist, Chapman has arrived at what we might call his ‘late-period John Fahey moment’. His early classics (“Fully Qualified Survivor”, “Rainmaker”) are being lavishly reissued. He is encouraged to revisit his old songs instrumentally, to showcase a liquid and elaborate technique (“Words Fail Me”). He has a new generation of admirers singing his praises.

What else to do, then, than act on the encouragement of one of those fans (Thurston Moore) and embark on a new venture as an avant-garde improviser? Tonight closes with Chapman, McPhee and Land working on the hoof in response to Chapman’s latest album, “The Resurrection And Revenge Of The Clayton Peacock” (a Leeds United reference to Adam Clayton, perhaps?). First, though, each takes a solo turn.

I’ve written a few times in the past about Dean McPhee (on his “Son Of The Black Peace” album and “Brown Bear” EP, for a start), and usually compared his reverberant solo electric pieces with Vini Reilly and The Durutti Column.

Tonight though, while no less atmospheric, there is something twanging and bluesier about his lovely instrumentals, which remind me of a bunch of acts who acted as dusty, rootsy, notionally more ‘organic’ outriders of post-rock in the 1990s: Pell Mell and Scenic, say, and perhaps Two Dollar Guitar. It’s especially apparent in a new tune called “Evil Eye”, rattling train rhythms cutting a swathe through blasted expanses.

Daniel Land, a new name to me, also seems to have certain 1990s antecedents for his quasi-ambient, fx-heavy sound: namely, players who stretched out the shoegazing template like Fuxa and some of Flying Saucer Attack’s Bristol associates (Light, maybe? Hard to remember now), as well as one who helped formulate that same template, Robin Guthrie. Not bad.

Michael Chapman, meanwhile, seems vigorously intent on proving, in the space of about 15 minutes, that he’s the match for most any revered Takoma School guitarist, old or new. The virtuosity is breathtaking, as Chapman uses his wedding ring as a slide and ramps up into a Jimmy Page-like flurry of notes (gifts already apparent on his ’69 debut, “Rainmaker”, it transpires). But there’s a sensuousness and warmth, too, a feel that makes the display so much more than a kind of downhome technoflash.

Chapman is one of the relatively few British guitarists to push the folk idiom into more experimental territory, compared with so many of his American contemporaries. Like John Fahey’s late work, though, there’s a sense that a piece like “Clayton Peacock”, diverting as it is, might signal a certain range, ambition and mischievous instinct while not necessarily being the best showcase of his skills.

Consequently, while this live take (rehearsed in 30 minutes, according to a wry McPhee; the remaining 90 minutes of their time slot was given over to “wine”) has less of the faintly industrial grind of the “Clayton Peacock” album, Chapman’s general Thurstonning is often too subtle to cut through the diligent work of McPhee and through Land’s soupier environments. Every few minutes, he revisits a bass-like theme, distantly reminiscent of Funkadelic, that is pleasingly incongruous in a piece which mostly has a kind of free rock predictability to it, if that makes sense. Mostly, though, the endeavour feels more like a forward-thinking way to end a good night, rather than a climax.

Follow me on Twitter: @JohnRMulvey

Television, Neil Young and the new Uncut

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Phew and all that. I’ve just been listening again to the 37 minute stream of new music by Neil Young and Crazy Horse that was posted at the weekend on neilyoung.com. I’m sure there were more important things I could have been doing throughout the day, like filling in health and safety reports and similarly essential tasks. But after reading John’s Wild Mercury Blog on the Neil and Crazy Horse jams, which are titled, tantalisingly, ‘Horse Back’, I haven’t needed much encouragement to utterly neglect such housekeeping duties to further take in the roiling brilliance of Neil and Crazy Horse. John’s written about the two streamed tracks in typical detail and there’s not much to add here to what he’s already said, apart from agreeing that the version of “Cortez The Killer” must rank as one of the best iterations ever of this venerable song. How great it is to hear Young back in harness with his most spectacular musical sparring partners. There’s no word, of course, when or even if we’ll hear anything more from these recent sessions, but we live in hope, as we always do when it comes to Neil and what he’s up to. On a separate front, a glance at the newly refurbished www.uncut.co.uk will have confirmed there’s a new issue of Uncut on sale this week. There’s a ton of great things in it – the Beatles in Hamburg, the astonishing story of krautrock revolutionaries Amon Duul, Rob Young’s profile of Harry Smith, the folk archivist whose legendary 1952 Anthology Of American Folk Music has subsequently been such an inspiration to so many musicians, a look back at the fraught career of Jeffrey Lee Pierce and his voodoo blues trailblazers The Gun Club, Mark Lanegan, The Jam and Randy Newman. There’s also a fascinating piece on the making of Marquee Moon, by Television guitarist Richard Lloyd that took me back to the weekend in May 1977 when four of the most celebrated of the so-called CBGBs generation fetched up in Glasgow. On the Saturday night, The Ramones headlined a show at Strathclyde University, supported by Talking Heads. On Sunday, at the fabled Glasgow Apollo, Television made their UK debut, with Blondie opening. On Saturday afternoon, I wandered down to the University, where I met up with a friend who was working with Talking Heads as a member of their road crew and watch open-mouthed as the band played an entire set by way of a sound-check for that night’s show. There was further excitement when The Ramones then appeared for their own sound-check. Said excitement turned quickly to alarm when after two numbers, both played at a volume only slightly less deafening than a building collapsing, they blew out half the PA. Their tour manager was on the phone like a shot, frantically trying to locate a replacement sound system. He eventually rushed off to the Apollo to borrow some gear from, of all people, American singer-songwriter Dory Previn - a wholly unlikely saviour. The gig that night, by the way, was fantastic. The next night, at a sadly half-full Apollo, Blondie took the stage early and clearly pissed off about something or other that had put them in a mood that made them quickly tiresome. They were about to play “X-Offender” when Debbie Harry called a halt to proceedings and the band screeched to a halt. Amid much swearing from a furious Harry, there’s a quick band conflab and a lot more swearing, after which they complete a fairly miserable set, Chris Stein flinging his guitar at drummer Clem Burke as he stalked off in a visible huff. At 9.30 promptly, as I recall, Television appeared, a moment I’d been waiting for since hearing Marquee Moon, an album with which I was already completely besotted. For the next 75 minutes, they were truly transcendent. They played “See No Evil”, “Venus” and “Elevation” from the album, and “Foxhole” and “Adventure” from what would be its follow-up. There was a long, long version of their first single, “Little Johnny Jewel” and an unexpected cover of “Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door”, followed by “Friction”. Then Tom Verlaine, pale as an angel, spoke softly to us, possibly his first words of the night. “It goes like this,” he said, “and it’s called ‘Marquee Moon’.” Cue more jaw-dropping astonishment as about 20 minutes later Verlaine and Richard Lloyd reached a pitch of screaming intensity, Verlaine suddenly hit from both sides of the stage by spotlights that reflect dazzlingly from the Perspex body of his guitar. They were then quickly gone, returning for a single encore, a storming version of “Satisfaction”, another huge surprise. Thirty five years on, the thrill of the music they played that night comes back to me with palpable clarity, filling me with the same kind of excitement as those Neil tracks I mentioned earlier, that I’m going to listen to again now, whatever else I should be attending to on hold for the rest of the day at least. Have a good week.

Phew and all that. I’ve just been listening again to the 37 minute stream of new music by Neil Young and Crazy Horse that was posted at the weekend on neilyoung.com. I’m sure there were more important things I could have been doing throughout the day, like filling in health and safety reports and similarly essential tasks. But after reading John’s Wild Mercury Blog on the Neil and Crazy Horse jams, which are titled, tantalisingly, ‘Horse Back’, I haven’t needed much encouragement to utterly neglect such housekeeping duties to further take in the roiling brilliance of Neil and Crazy Horse.

John’s written about the two streamed tracks in typical detail and there’s not much to add here to what he’s already said, apart from agreeing that the version of “Cortez The Killer” must rank as one of the best iterations ever of this venerable song. How great it is to hear Young back in harness with his most spectacular musical sparring partners. There’s no word, of course, when or even if we’ll hear anything more from these recent sessions, but we live in hope, as we always do when it comes to Neil and what he’s up to.

On a separate front, a glance at the newly refurbished www.uncut.co.uk will have confirmed there’s a new issue of Uncut on sale this week. There’s a ton of great things in it – the Beatles in Hamburg, the astonishing story of krautrock revolutionaries Amon Duul, Rob Young’s profile of Harry Smith, the folk archivist whose legendary 1952 Anthology Of American Folk Music has subsequently been such an inspiration to so many musicians, a look back at the fraught career of Jeffrey Lee Pierce and his voodoo blues trailblazers The Gun Club, Mark Lanegan, The Jam and Randy Newman.

There’s also a fascinating piece on the making of Marquee Moon, by Television guitarist Richard Lloyd that took me back to the weekend in May 1977 when four of the most celebrated of the so-called CBGBs generation fetched up in Glasgow. On the Saturday night, The Ramones headlined a show at Strathclyde University, supported by Talking Heads. On Sunday, at the fabled Glasgow Apollo, Television made their UK debut, with Blondie opening.

On Saturday afternoon, I wandered down to the University, where I met up with a friend who was working with Talking Heads as a member of their road crew and watch open-mouthed as the band played an entire set by way of a sound-check for that night’s show. There was further excitement when The Ramones then appeared for their own sound-check. Said excitement turned quickly to alarm when after two numbers, both played at a volume only slightly less deafening than a building collapsing, they blew out half the PA.

Their tour manager was on the phone like a shot, frantically trying to locate a replacement sound system. He eventually rushed off to the Apollo to borrow some gear from, of all people, American singer-songwriter Dory Previn – a wholly unlikely saviour. The gig that night, by the way, was fantastic.

The next night, at a sadly half-full Apollo, Blondie took the stage early and clearly pissed off about something or other that had put them in a mood that made them quickly tiresome. They were about to play “X-Offender” when Debbie Harry called a halt to proceedings and the band screeched to a halt. Amid much swearing from a furious Harry, there’s a quick band conflab and a lot more swearing, after which they complete a fairly miserable set, Chris Stein flinging his guitar at drummer Clem Burke as he stalked off in a visible huff.

At 9.30 promptly, as I recall, Television appeared, a moment I’d been waiting for since hearing Marquee Moon, an album with which I was already completely besotted. For the next 75 minutes, they were truly transcendent. They played “See No Evil”, “Venus” and “Elevation” from the album, and “Foxhole” and “Adventure” from what would be its follow-up. There was a long, long version of their first single, “Little Johnny Jewel” and an unexpected cover of “Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door”, followed by “Friction”. Then Tom Verlaine, pale as an angel, spoke softly to us, possibly his first words of the night.

“It goes like this,” he said, “and it’s called ‘Marquee Moon’.” Cue more jaw-dropping astonishment as about 20 minutes later Verlaine and Richard Lloyd reached a pitch of screaming intensity, Verlaine suddenly hit from both sides of the stage by spotlights that reflect dazzlingly from the Perspex body of his guitar. They were then quickly gone, returning for a single encore, a storming version of “Satisfaction”, another huge surprise.

Thirty five years on, the thrill of the music they played that night comes back to me with palpable clarity, filling me with the same kind of excitement as those Neil tracks I mentioned earlier, that I’m going to listen to again now, whatever else I should be attending to on hold for the rest of the day at least.

Have a good week.

Spiritualized delay release of new album ‘Sweet Heart Sweet Light’

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Spiritualized have announced that the release of their forthcoming new album 'Sweet Heart Sweet Light' has been delayed. The band originally said that the new LP, which will be their seventh studio effort and the follow-up to 2008's 'Songs In A&E', would be released on March 19 this year, but ...

Spiritualized have announced that the release of their forthcoming new album ‘Sweet Heart Sweet Light’ has been delayed.

The band originally said that the new LP, which will be their seventh studio effort and the follow-up to 2008’s ‘Songs In A&E’, would be released on March 19 this year, but in an interview with Spin, singer Jason Pierce revealed that the album will be out several weeks later than planned.

Pierce also admitted that he had sent out unfinished copies of the album for reviewers to listen to, stating: “I had the rather foolish idea last November that I could deliver the record that’s been sent out and keep working on the real version. I’d meet the delivery date they need for reviews and things like that and nobody would be any the wiser that I’d be carrying on the mixing.”

When asked if he was concerned that people would spot the differences between the two versions of the record, however, he replied: “With the reviews, sometimes it’s like they’ve got a different album anyway.”

The tracklisting for ‘Sweet Heart Sweet Light’ is:

‘Hey Jane’

‘Little Girl’

‘Get What You Want’

‘Too Late’

‘Heading For The Top’

‘Freedom’

‘I Am What I Am’

‘Mary’

‘Life Is A Problem’

‘So Long You Pretty Things’

Spiritualized are also set to embark on their UK and Ireland tour in the spring, and will play:

Nottingham Rescue Rooms (March 16)

Portsmouth Wedgewood Rooms (17)

London Hackney Empire (19)

O2 Academy Oxford (20)

O2 Academy Bristol (21)

Glasgow ABC (22)

Belfast Mandela Hall (23)

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Two Radiohead tracks set to be reworked into classical symphonies

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Two tracks from Radiohead's back catalogue are to be reworked into classical compositions. Steve Reich, the world renowned minimalist composer, has announced that he will be reworking 'Everything In Its Right Place' from the band's 'Kid A' album, and 'Jigsaw Falling Into Place' from 'In Rainbows' as part of a piece called 'Radio Rewrite'. 'Radio Rewrite' will be performed by 13 musicians from the London Sinfonietta on March 5 2013 as part of the UK capital's Southbank Festival. Speaking about 'Radio Rewrite', Andrew Burke, who is chief executive of the London Sinfonietta, told The Guardian that the pieces would not simply be covers of the Oxford band's tracks. He said: "I don't think Steve will be quoting these songs directly – I don't think that's his style. How he uses the songs as a starting point for what he does is going to be part of the excitement." Burke also revealed that Reich was inspired to carry out the work after he met the band in Poland in September and heard that Jonny Greenwood had played one of his compositions. Burke added: "It was the first time he'd met them as musicians and spoken to them at length. Jonny Greenwood played [Reich composition] Electric Counterpoint – Steve saw this guy was seriously interested in his music and Steve became seriously interested in theirs." Radiohead are currently preparing for their 2012 world tour in support of their latest album 'The Kings Of Limbs'.

Two tracks from Radiohead‘s back catalogue are to be reworked into classical compositions.

Steve Reich, the world renowned minimalist composer, has announced that he will be reworking ‘Everything In Its Right Place’ from the band’s ‘Kid A’ album, and ‘Jigsaw Falling Into Place’ from ‘In Rainbows’ as part of a piece called ‘Radio Rewrite’.

‘Radio Rewrite’ will be performed by 13 musicians from the London Sinfonietta on March 5 2013 as part of the UK capital’s Southbank Festival.

Speaking about ‘Radio Rewrite’, Andrew Burke, who is chief executive of the London Sinfonietta, told The Guardian that the pieces would not simply be covers of the Oxford band’s tracks.

He said: “I don’t think Steve will be quoting these songs directly – I don’t think that’s his style. How he uses the songs as a starting point for what he does is going to be part of the excitement.”

Burke also revealed that Reich was inspired to carry out the work after he met the band in Poland in September and heard that Jonny Greenwood had played one of his compositions.

Burke added: “It was the first time he’d met them as musicians and spoken to them at length. Jonny Greenwood played [Reich composition] Electric Counterpoint – Steve saw this guy was seriously interested in his music and Steve became seriously interested in theirs.”

Radiohead are currently preparing for their 2012 world tour in support of their latest album ‘The Kings Of Limbs’.

Public Image Limited – the complete reissues

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John Lydon's post-Pistols back catalogue re-released... It’s always seemed slightly ironic that former Public Image Limited member Jah Wobble – who refused to rejoin PiL, along with his ex-bandmate Keith Levene, allegedly because his former close friend John Lydon had offered each of them slightly more than a three figure sum per show – should name his first post-PiL album Betrayal. Because surely if there’s one person in the history of that band for whom being betrayed seems to be a daily occurrence, it’s John Lydon. PiL song after PiL song contains sneers about former friends who’ve stabbed him in the back, which is perhaps why Public Image – a band who began their career as a stunning, if massively surly, experimental band and ended it as a kind of hip Led Zeppelin – have had enough line-ups to keep Pete Frame in black ink for decades. And how many times have Lydon’s alleged fans accused him of betraying them? From outrage at Metal Box (it costs £3.99! It isn’t “Pretty Vacant”!) to horror at the Sex Pistols reformation (it costs £25.99! It is “Pretty Vacant”!) and, most latterly, his TV ad for butter (which Lydon claims he did to fund PiL’s recent tour) John Lydon, né Rotten, has consistently refused to be who the punters want him to be. Which is, of course, the whole point. Contradiction and paradox abound in the career of this extraordinary, charismatic, talented, influential (and annoying) man, who has gone from Artful Dodger to Mr Toad in the space of 30 or so years, and along the way encompassed more than a few extraordinary things. Let’s have a look at them now, shall we? Beginning with the brilliant, bitter song of betrayal “Public Image” – a hit single - Lydon recruited old friend Jah Wobble, Clash guitarist Keith Levene and a box of drummers and made, first, the variable but sometimes brilliant debut album (“Low Life” remains superb, while the more indulgent moments improve with age) and then the incredible Metal Box, (here in its repackaged form Second Edition) a record which has been ripped off by generations yet still sounds like nothing else; absurdly, it was often mocked at the time by people for whom the UK Subs were enough. Then, as ever, there were fractures. Wobble’s absence made Flowers Of Romance an eerie ghost train of an album with great moments (he’s present on the reasonable live album Paris Au Printemps, a record which adds little to the PiL catalogue, much like Live In Tokyo, featuring the next incarnation of the band). Then there’s the blip of This Is What You Want… This Is What You Get, which contains the global hit “This Is Not A Love Song”, in which Lydon refined his wide-eyed 1980s persona, and led to the “lounge band tour”. Another switch followed, to the relief of fans bored with the scrappiness of his work, and the result was 1986’s Album, the template for the rest of PiL’s career. A bizarre crew of musicians, from Steve Vai and Ginger Baker to Ryuichi Sakamoto and Bernie Worrell managed to create a sound that was as much Led Zeppelin as it was world music and contained the brilliant “Rise” single and some of the band’s best songs (notably “Home” and the bitter song of betrayal “F.F.F.”). The last three albums form a sensible trilogy, soundtracking the band’s stadium years and featuring the great John McGeoch on guitar. Of these, Happy? (containing “Seattle” and “Rules and Regulations”) and 9 (containing “Disappointed”, “Warrior” and, er, “Happy”) are the most consistent, more at least than That Which Is Not (1992). Most people would, wisely, opt for the well-chosen Greatest Hits… So Far (which one doubts will have any extra tracks on it soon). Lydon’s solo album Psycho’s Path is fun and 90s-dancey and now contains his Leftfield collaboration “Open Up” (although not the Lydon/Bambaata single, “World Destruction”). The future? With PiL and the Pistols reforming almost alternately, there’s just no way of telling. Which is nice. David Quantick

John Lydon’s post-Pistols back catalogue re-released…

It’s always seemed slightly ironic that former Public Image Limited member Jah Wobble – who refused to rejoin PiL, along with his ex-bandmate Keith Levene, allegedly because his former close friend John Lydon had offered each of them slightly more than a three figure sum per show – should name his first post-PiL album Betrayal. Because surely if there’s one person in the history of that band for whom being betrayed seems to be a daily occurrence, it’s John Lydon. PiL song after PiL song contains sneers about former friends who’ve stabbed him in the back, which is perhaps why Public Image – a band who began their career as a stunning, if massively surly, experimental band and ended it as a kind of hip Led Zeppelin – have had enough line-ups to keep Pete Frame in black ink for decades.

And how many times have Lydon’s alleged fans accused him of betraying them? From outrage at Metal Box (it costs £3.99! It isn’t “Pretty Vacant”!) to horror at the Sex Pistols reformation (it costs £25.99! It is “Pretty Vacant”!) and, most latterly, his TV ad for butter (which Lydon claims he did to fund PiL’s recent tour) John Lydon, né Rotten, has consistently refused to be who the punters want him to be.

Which is, of course, the whole point. Contradiction and paradox abound in the career of this extraordinary, charismatic, talented, influential (and annoying) man, who has gone from Artful Dodger to Mr Toad in the space of 30 or so years, and along the way encompassed more than a few extraordinary things. Let’s have a look at them now, shall we?

Beginning with the brilliant, bitter song of betrayal “Public Image” – a hit single – Lydon recruited old friend Jah Wobble, Clash guitarist Keith Levene and a box of drummers and made, first, the variable but sometimes brilliant debut album (“Low Life” remains superb, while the more indulgent moments improve with age) and then the incredible Metal Box, (here in its repackaged form Second Edition) a record which has been ripped off by generations yet still sounds like nothing else; absurdly, it was often mocked at the time by people for whom the UK Subs were enough. Then, as ever, there were fractures. Wobble’s absence made Flowers Of Romance an eerie ghost train of an album with great moments (he’s present on the reasonable live album Paris Au Printemps, a record which adds little to the PiL catalogue, much like Live In Tokyo, featuring the next incarnation of the band).

Then there’s the blip of This Is What You Want… This Is What You Get, which contains the global hit “This Is Not A Love Song”, in which Lydon refined his wide-eyed 1980s persona, and led to the “lounge band tour”. Another switch followed, to the relief of fans bored with the scrappiness of his work, and the result was 1986’s Album, the template for the rest of PiL’s career. A bizarre crew of musicians, from Steve Vai and Ginger Baker to Ryuichi Sakamoto and Bernie Worrell managed to create a sound that was as much Led Zeppelin as it was world music and contained the brilliant “Rise” single and some of the band’s best songs (notably “Home” and the bitter song of betrayal “F.F.F.”).

The last three albums form a sensible trilogy, soundtracking the band’s stadium years and featuring the great John McGeoch on guitar. Of these, Happy? (containing “Seattle” and “Rules and Regulations”) and 9 (containing “Disappointed”, “Warrior” and, er, “Happy”) are the most consistent, more at least than That Which Is Not (1992). Most people would, wisely, opt for the well-chosen Greatest Hits… So Far (which one doubts will have any extra tracks on it soon). Lydon’s solo album Psycho’s Path is fun and 90s-dancey and now contains his Leftfield collaboration “Open Up” (although not the Lydon/Bambaata single, “World Destruction”). The future? With PiL and the Pistols reforming almost alternately, there’s just no way of telling. Which is nice.

David Quantick

Reformed Happy Mondays announce UK tour with original line-up

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Happy Mondays have announced details of a UK tour this May. The Madchester legends, who had confirmed that they would be reuniting with their original line-up yesterday (January 29), will play 11 dates including a homecoming show at Manchester Evening News Arena, with support coming from Inspiral...

Happy Mondays have announced details of a UK tour this May.

The Madchester legends, who had confirmed that they would be reuniting with their original line-up yesterday (January 29), will play 11 dates including a homecoming show at Manchester Evening News Arena, with support coming from Inspiral Carpets.

The run begins at Newcastle’s O2 Academy on May 3 and will include two shows at London’s O2 Academy Brixton on May 10 and 11, before coming to an end at Nottingham Rock City on May 18.

Speaking about the band’s reunion and forthcoming tour, frontman Shaun Ryder said: “We all met up last week and some of the lads haven’t seen each other in over 10, 15 years. It’s as if we’ve never been apart – so good to all be in the same room again. We can’t wait now to get on tour and play the songs that made us famous.”

Rumours of a Happy Mondays reunion first circulated in early December, when a report claimed that they were set to reform for a full tour and documentary in 2012.

A representative for the band told NME that the group had no immediate plans to reform, but backing singer Rowetta Satchell confirmed yesterday that the group’s original line up would be getting back together to play a month-long tour.

Happy Mondays will play:

O2 Academy Newcastle (May 3)

O2 Academy Glasgow (4)

Manchester Evening News Arena (5)

O2 Academy Sheffield (6)

O2 Academy Bournemouth 9)

O2 Academy Brixton (10, 11)

O2 Academy Birmingham (12)

Dublin Olympia (15)

O2 Academy Leeds (17)

Nottingham Rock City (18)

Feist to headline Green Man Festival 2012

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Feist will headline this year's Green Man festival. The singer songwriter, who released her third album 'Metals' in 2011, will headline the festival's closing night on August 19. Also among the first names confirmed for the Welsh festival are The Walkmen, The Felice Brothers, Yann Tiersen, Jona...

Feist will headline this year’s Green Man festival.

The singer songwriter, who released her third album ‘Metals’ in 2011, will headline the festival’s closing night on August 19.

Also among the first names confirmed for the Welsh festival are The Walkmen, The Felice Brothers, Yann Tiersen, Jonathan Richman, Damien Jurado and Slow Club.

The event takes place in Wales’ Brecon Beacons from August 17-19. It was headlined by Explosions In The Sky, Iron And Wine and Fleet Foxes in 2011 with the likes of Laura Marling, The Low Anthem, Noah & The Whale, James Blake, Gruff Rhys and Bellowhead also playing sets.

See Greenman.net for more information about the festival.

The line-up for Green Man festival so far is as follows:

Feist

The Walkmen

The Felice Brothers

Yann Tiersen

Jonathan Richman

Damien Jurado

Slow Club

Junior Boys

Cass McCombs

The Time & Space Machine

Ghostpoet

Alt J Minimal

Peaking Lights

Scritti Polliti

Dark Dark Dark

Cashier No. 9

The Wave Pictures

Islet

Rocketnumbernine

Teeth Of The Sea

The Perch Creek Family Jug Band

Richard Warren

Goodnight Lenin

Sweet Baboo

Alaska

Paul McCartney says his love of ‘mischief’ led him to ‘Kisses On The Bottom’ album title

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Paul McCartney has revealed that he wanted to create "mischief" when he decided to title his new album 'Kisses On The Bottom'. The singer, who releases the album on February 6, had previously said that the LP's title is taken from the lyrics in jazz man Fats Waller's 1935 hit 'I’m Gonna Sit Rig...

Paul McCartney has revealed that he wanted to create “mischief” when he decided to title his new album ‘Kisses On The Bottom’.

The singer, who releases the album on February 6, had previously said that the LP’s title is taken from the lyrics in jazz man Fats Waller‘s 1935 hit ‘I’m Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself A Letter’, which he covers on the album.

However, McCartney has now revealed that he also believes a little bit controversy surrounding an album title is “good for the soul.”

He told the Sunday Times when asked about the album title: “I like mischief. It’s good for the soul, it’s always a good idea – if only because people think it’s a bad idea.”

‘Kisses On The Bottom’ is made up of songs McCartney listened to as a child as well as two new songs, ‘My Valentine’ and ‘Only Our Hearts’. It has been recorded with producer Tommy LiPuma, Diana Krall and her band and it also features appearances from Eric Clapton and Stevie Wonder.

The Beatles man also said that the album’s title didn’t go down so well with his record label when he told them about it and that they begged him to change it.

He said of this: “I made the suggestion and got this nervous text from the label which said ‘Paul, under no circumstances can we do this’. One of the guys said he felt like he’d been punched in the gut.”

The tracklisting for ‘Kisses On The Bottom’ is as follows:

I’m Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself A Letter’

‘Home (When Shadows Fall)’

‘It’s Only A Paper Moon’

‘More I Cannot Wish You’

‘The Glory Of Love’

‘We Three (My Echo, My Shadow And Me)’

‘Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate The Positive’

‘My Valentine’

‘Always’

‘My Very Good Friend The Milkman’

‘Bye Bye Blackbird’

‘Get Yourself Another Fool’

‘The Inch Worm’

‘Only Our Hearts’

New Order announce April UK tour

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New Order have announced a four-date UK tour for this spring. The band announced in late 2011 that they had reformed, but that founding member and bass player Peter Hook would not be part of their line-up. Instead keyboard player Gillian Gilbert, who hadn't performed with the band for over 10 yea...

New Order have announced a four-date UK tour for this spring.

The band announced in late 2011 that they had reformed, but that founding member and bass player Peter Hook would not be part of their line-up. Instead keyboard player Gillian Gilbert, who hadn’t performed with the band for over 10 years, rejoined and bass duties were taken up by Tom Chapman, who was part of frontman Bernard Sumner’s recent project Bad Lieutenant.

The band, who were confirmed for two European festivals appearances last week, will play four shows across the UK. These begin with a hometown gig at Manchester’s O2 Apollo on April 26 and end in Glasgow at the O2 Academy on May 5.

Although the band have made it clear that they have every intention of continuing to perform under the name New Order, Peter Hook revealed to NME last week that he has instigated legal proceedings against his former bandmates to stop them doing so.

He told NME of his situation with the band: “It’s in the hands of the lawyers. The point is that they shouldn’t be using the New Order name without me and it’s up to the lawyers.”

New Order will play:

O2 Apollo Manchester (April 26)

Birmingham Ballroom (29)

O2 Academy Brixton (May 2)

O2 Academy Glasgow (5)

Neil Young & Crazy Horse: “Horse Back”

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Late Saturday afternoon, I was sat at the computer checking football scores when I received an email from Mark Golley, as passionate and assiduous a Neil Young fan as I’ve ever come across. “Check out the front page of neilyoung.com,” it advised. What was posted there turned out to be 37 minutes of new music by Neil Young and Crazy Horse, accompanied by a long slow pan around an empty studio, the camera picking up clues every few minutes. There are a bunch of lyrics and song titles, for example: “This Land Is Your Land”, “She'll Be Coming Around The Mountain”, “Oh My Darling Clementine”, “Oh! Susanna”, “Gotta Travel On (Done Laid Around)”, “Gallows Pole”, which seem to confirm the story that broke last week about Crazy Horse reconvening for an album of vintage Americana. There is footage of the mixing desk, which shows the channels allocated to each bandmember, indicating that Frank ‘Poncho’ Sampedro is back in the fold. The music, though, is something else. Initially, it wasn’t clear when these jams, expansive even by Crazy Horse standards, dated from. Sometime on Sunday, though, a credits box appeared: "’Horse Back’. Engineered and mixed by John Hanlon at Audio Casa Blanca Jan 6, 2012, assisted by Mark Humphreys and John Hausmann. Video by Ben Johnson. Music by Crazy Horse.” What “Horse Back” seems to be – though of course one can never be sure with Young – is an elevated warm-up session for the Horse. It consists of two tracks, a free-ranging 18-minute jam that contains elements of, at the very least, “Fuckin’ Up”; and a ravishing sit-down slow-burn through “Cortez The Killer” that ranks as one of the best versions I’ve heard of what may be conceivably Young’s finest song. The easy description of all this is that it sounds like quintessential Crazy Horse, or how many people imagine what Crazy Horse sound like in the abstract: recumbent, transported, possessed with a kind of intuitive ragged grace that renders most discussions of technique, aptitude and so on redundant (Ralph Molina’s quixotic approach to timekeeping is particularly evident around the 32-minute mark). More specificially, it reminds me of “Broken Arrow”, a rather undervalued Young album that I’ve always liked a lot, not least because the first half especially has the looseness, adventurousness and elemental heft that I value most in Crazy Horse. If “Horse Back” were to be an actual album it would, far from a throwaway, be a deeply satisfying one to add to a latterday Young catalogue that feels increasingly rich as well as capricious.. The amount of stuff like this that Young must have stored in his archives is mind-boggling, and it occurs that he could judiciously start pumping these sessions out as paid-for downloads via his website; as expansive deep footnotes to the Archives programme, maybe. Whatever will a 2012 Crazy Horse in this mood make of “Gallows Pole”? Couple of things while you’re here. First, check out the new issue of Uncut, which features a fine David Cavanagh meditation on “Harvest” at 40, among other things. Secondly, I went to see Michael Chapman and Dean McPhee play at the Lexington last night: blog review here today, tomorrow morning at the latest. Follow me on Twitter: @JohnRMulvey

Late Saturday afternoon, I was sat at the computer checking football scores when I received an email from Mark Golley, as passionate and assiduous a Neil Young fan as I’ve ever come across. “Check out the front page of neilyoung.com,” it advised.

What was posted there turned out to be 37 minutes of new music by Neil Young and Crazy Horse, accompanied by a long slow pan around an empty studio, the camera picking up clues every few minutes.

There are a bunch of lyrics and song titles, for example: “This Land Is Your Land”, “She’ll Be Coming Around The Mountain”, “Oh My Darling Clementine”, “Oh! Susanna”, “Gotta Travel On (Done Laid Around)”, “Gallows Pole”, which seem to confirm the story that broke last week about Crazy Horse reconvening for an album of vintage Americana. There is footage of the mixing desk, which shows the channels allocated to each bandmember, indicating that Frank ‘Poncho’ Sampedro is back in the fold.

The music, though, is something else. Initially, it wasn’t clear when these jams, expansive even by Crazy Horse standards, dated from. Sometime on Sunday, though, a credits box appeared: “’Horse Back’. Engineered and mixed by John Hanlon at Audio Casa Blanca Jan 6, 2012, assisted by Mark Humphreys and John Hausmann. Video by Ben Johnson. Music by Crazy Horse.”

What “Horse Back” seems to be – though of course one can never be sure with Young – is an elevated warm-up session for the Horse. It consists of two tracks, a free-ranging 18-minute jam that contains elements of, at the very least, “Fuckin’ Up”; and a ravishing sit-down slow-burn through “Cortez The Killer” that ranks as one of the best versions I’ve heard of what may be conceivably Young’s finest song.

The easy description of all this is that it sounds like quintessential Crazy Horse, or how many people imagine what Crazy Horse sound like in the abstract: recumbent, transported, possessed with a kind of intuitive ragged grace that renders most discussions of technique, aptitude and so on redundant (Ralph Molina’s quixotic approach to timekeeping is particularly evident around the 32-minute mark).

More specificially, it reminds me of “Broken Arrow”, a rather undervalued Young album that I’ve always liked a lot, not least because the first half especially has the looseness, adventurousness and elemental heft that I value most in Crazy Horse. If “Horse Back” were to be an actual album it would, far from a throwaway, be a deeply satisfying one to add to a latterday Young catalogue that feels increasingly rich as well as capricious..

The amount of stuff like this that Young must have stored in his archives is mind-boggling, and it occurs that he could judiciously start pumping these sessions out as paid-for downloads via his website; as expansive deep footnotes to the Archives programme, maybe. Whatever will a 2012 Crazy Horse in this mood make of “Gallows Pole”?

Couple of things while you’re here. First, check out the new issue of Uncut, which features a fine David Cavanagh meditation on “Harvest” at 40, among other things. Secondly, I went to see Michael Chapman and Dean McPhee play at the Lexington last night: blog review here today, tomorrow morning at the latest.

Follow me on Twitter: @JohnRMulvey

Neil Young’s Time Fades Away: Harvest’s unlikely follow-up

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Neil Young has announced details of a special 50th anniversary reissue of his 1973 album, Time Fades Away, which will be released on November 3 via Reprise Records. Unavailable on vinyl for many years, until a much-delayed repress in 2014, Young called it his his “worst album”. But, as Allan ...

Neil Young has announced details of a special 50th anniversary reissue of his 1973 album, Time Fades Away, which will be released on November 3 via Reprise Records. Unavailable on vinyl for many years, until a much-delayed repress in 2014, Young called it his his “worst album”.

But, as Allan Jones wrote in Uncut in May 2010 (Take 156), his most elusive release is also one of his most important…

Neil Young was still laid up at his Broken Arrow ranch, just south of San Francisco, recovering from spinal surgery, when Harvest made him the biggest-selling solo artist in the world. During the long months of his recuperation, there had been a growing clamour for him to tour that had gone unanswered, although he knew there were big bucks to be made by everyone after the album’s phenomenal success. His record company had simultaneously been so hungry for a follow-up that in November 1972, they’d released the soundtrack from his unseen film, “Journey Through The Past“. It was a rag-bag of old tracks, studio outtakes, a couple of live cuts, bits of Handel’s “Messiah”, a cover of The Beach Boys’ “Let’s Go Away For Awhile” and only one new song, “Soldier”. Young hadn’t wanted it released at all, but Warners had told him they’d distribute the film if he gave them the soundtrack. They then tried to dress it up as his ‘new’ album, and promptly dumped the film.

The same month, fuming at the label’s duplicity, he anyway started to assemble a large crew of technicians at his ranch to prepare for a three-month, 65-date tour, the largest and longest of its kind to date, which would find him playing nightly to audiences of up to 20,000 people in sports stadiums, basketball arenas, ice hockey rinks. Also at Broken Arrow were The Stray Gators, the band who’d played on “Harvest”, including veteran Nashville session drummer Kenny Buttrey, bassist Tim Drummond, pedal-steel player Ben Keith and on keyboards Jack Nitzsche, the producer and arranger who’d first worked with Young on his Buffalo Springfield epic, “Expecting To Fly”. They would be his backing band on the forthcoming tour, rehearsals for which were interspersed with recording sessions for the official follow-up to Harvest.

Young had already recorded four solo acoustic demos at A&M Studios in LA – “Letter From Nam”, “Last Dance”, “Come Along And Say You Will” and “The Bridge” – and worked up more new songs at Broken Arrow. The new record’s working title was “Last Dance”. There was even a tracklisting for it that included the songs “Time Fades Away”, “New Mama”, “Come Along And Say You Will”, “The Bridge”, “Don’t Be Denied” on side one, with “Lookout Joe”, “Journey Through The Past”, “Last Dance” and “Goodbye Christians On The Shore” completing the album.

As the recordings and rehearsals continued and perhaps the scale of the tour he was about to start became increasingly apparent, Young grew ever more fretful about his physical condition. He hadn’t played electric guitar onstage since a CSNY concert in Minneapolis on July 9, 1970. For most of the past 12 months, because of his debilitating spinal condition, he’d had to wear a back brace which sometimes made playing even acoustic guitar painful, and he’d therefore made only one public appearance during the last 18 months, at the Mariposa Folk Festival in Ontario in July 1971. With the tour now looming, he began to worry that he wouldn’t be able to carry an entire show on his own. He called Danny Whitten, guitarist with his estranged former backing group, Crazy Horse, with whom he’d recorded Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere. Young had once proudly described Crazy Horse as “the American Rolling Stones” and throughout his career they would be his most spectacular musical sparring partners. But because of Whitten’s chronic heroin addiction, Neil had fired the band and scrapped most of the tracks they’d recorded together for the album that became After The Gold Rush.

No-one’s properly explained why Whitten turned to heroin, but there’s always been the suspicion that it had something to do with the rejection he felt when Neil decided to divide his time between Crazy Horse, with whom he would be successful, and CSNY, with whom he became a superstar. Whatever, his life was soon one long drugs binge. His heroin habit worsened, to the point where, unable any longer to work with him, Crazy Horse fired him during rehearsals for a tour to promote their eponymous ‘solo’ LP, which Jack Nitzsche had produced in late 1970. Being sacked by his own band was a humiliation Whitten responded to by sinking ever deeper into narcotic oblivion. According to Young biographer Jimmy McDonough, he’d spend weeks on end in his apartment, sitting in his bathtub, shooting up speedballs of heroin and cocaine. When he wasn’t mainlining, he was drinking heavily.

Answering Young’s call to join him and The Stray Gators at Broken Arrow, however, Whitten told Neil he was clean, finally off heroin, and he turned up at the ranch to join the rehearsals. He was a mess, though, unable to learn his parts, and still using, according to Nitzsche. Neil had offered his friend a lifeline, a way out of drugs and back into music. But Whitten was already too far gone. On November 18, 1872, Young made a painful decision and sacked him. He gave Whitten $50 and a plane ticket back to LA, where the same night Whitten fatally overdosed on a mix of alcohol and Valium. Young was devastated. He blamed himself for Whitten’s death, slipped into a brooding funk he carried with him into the tour that followed.

“Danny’s OD put a shadow over everything,” Ben Keith tells Uncut. “But we had to forget about it. Move on. Neil had a job to do and got on with it. The show must go on, I guess.”

What became know as the Time Fades Away tour opened on January 4, 1973, at the Dane County Coliseum in Madison, Wisconsin, and it was fraught from start to finish. Young would later describe it as one of the unhappiest times of his life, probably the worst tour of his career.

He’d already fallen out with the band, over their demands for more money than they’d originally signed up for and when they weren’t onstage, travelling together on the turbo-prop Lockheed Elektra jet Young had chartered for the tour, he tended to keep his distance from them. He stayed on separate floors in hotels, retreating to his room after most shows to get drunk on tequila and stoned on pot.

After only a few shows, he became frustrated with the way the band were playing, how they sounded in the cheerless arenas into which they’d been booked. His mood was worsened by the behaviour of the crowds. They were distracted and noisy during the acoustic parts, restless and inattentive elsewhere. Most had come to hear their favourite songs from Harvest. They were noisily indifferent to anything they were unfamiliar with, which turned out to be a lot. At least a third of every show was devoted to new songs, previously unheard. These were emotionally raw and came from a much darker place than Harvest.

Young’s performances became increasingly erratic, prone to hysteria, confrontational. He took to berating audiences. More than once, enraged, he quit the stage and took the startled band with him. There were few nights when Neil didn’t throw a major strop. His moods took a toll on everyone, especially the crew, who struggled with the inadequacies of the custom-built PA and the inhospitable acoustics of the huge sheds they were playing.

Neither did the band escape his often boozy wrath.nKenny Buttrey had made his bones as a studio drummer, in which environment he had few equals. Nothing he played on tour seemed to satisfy Neil, however, and none of it was loud enough, even though he used bigger and bigger sticks and hit the drums so hard his hands bled. After 33 shows, he was replaced by Johnny Barbata, who’d played on the last CSNY tour.

“Neil called me up halfway through the tour and said, ‘Buttrey’s not making it, can you come out and play drums for me?’” Barbata tells Uncut. “Apparently, he wasn’t hitting the bass drum loud enough for Neil. Buttrey’s a studio musician, and a lot of studio musicians don’t play with any balls. I said, ‘Sure, when do you want me to come out?’ He said, ‘Tomorrow. We’ve got a show in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. There’s a plane ticket waiting, they’ll pick up your drums.’ I raced to the airport, barely made my flight. I got to the hotel before Neil did, with my drums in the back of my limo. Neil said, ‘All right, Barbata. You made it.’ I don’t know what he would have done if I hadn’t. He didn’t have Buttrey. He gave me 20 minutes’ rehearsal and they recorded a song onstage that night I’d never heard before. Tim Drummond had to give me all the cues. It was pretty wild.”

By now, with a month of the tour left, Young’s voice was giving out. David Crosby and Graham Nash signed up for the last three weeks, although what they could have done to lighten the sour mood that had settled on things is unclear – Crosby’s mother was dying of cancer.

There was one more flashpoint. On March 31, the Time Fades Away tour fetched up at Oakland Coliseum, where during a version of “Southern Man”, Young saw a cop laying into a fan. “I can’t fuckin’ sing with this happening,” he announced, storming off, as the angry crowd pelted the stage with bottles.

“It was a weird night,” Barbata recalls. “He’d already done his acoustic set and we came on and did one song. A cop was hassling some girl in the front row and it pissed Neil off. He couldn’t concentrate, so he just told the band to leave the stage. He had to tell me twice, I was in shock – ‘Barbata, let’s go. Barbata, let’s go.’”

Three nights later, on April 3, in Salt Lake City, after exactly 90 days, the Time Fades Away tour was finally, to the relief of everyone, over.

Back at Broken Arrow, Young’s mood was dark. He continued to brood over Whitten’s death, which took on a symbolic significance. “It just seemed like it really stood for a lot of what was going on,” Young told Melody Maker in 1985. “It was like the freedom of the ’60s and free love and drugs and everything… it was the price tag. This is your bill. Friends, young guys dying, kids that didn’t even know what they were doing, didn’t know what they were fucking around with. It hit me pretty hard, so at that time I did sort of exorcise myself.”

Whatever he released next, in other words, would have to recognise the harsh new realities he’d recently had to face. In his present mood, the winsomeness of Harvest was far beyond him. Neither did he show much interest in returning to the tracks he’d recorded with The Stray Gators the previous November.

Early in 1971, a double live album had been announced, along with a tracklisting. It had never been released. Now, however, Young’s thoughts turned again to a live album. Elliot Mazer, who’d produced Harvest, had recorded 45 of the dates on the Time Fades Away tour and Young started to review them, discarding familiar songs in favour of the new material he’d played to an often hostile reaction from an audience who’d only wanted to hear the hits they knew.

Then as now, live LPs were often little more than contract-fillers, cash-ins, something to plug the gap when an artist had nothing new to say. Young was looking for something different and so what became the Time Fades Away album would reflect the strains, tensions and conflict of the recently completed tour, a documentary roughness, unflattering in many ways, but painfully honest, which was as much as Young could ask of himself at the time, his only reasonable response to the sombre place his world had become.

The album when it came out featured seven tracks recorded during the last month of the TFA tour, plus a 1971 live version of “Love In Mind”. It opens with the six-minute title track, a feverish narrative about junkies, politicians and the military, intercut with a running dialogue between a wayward son and his weak, pleading father. Musically, you can imagine it was perhaps intended to recall something like the lean howl of Dylan’s “Highway 61…”. Instead, it’s noisy, cantankerous, all over the place. Nitzsche’s frantic piano, high in the lop-sided mix, drowns out Young’s guitar and Ben Keith’s pedal steel. Halfway through, there’s a wheezing harmonica solo, mercifully brief. Barbata should be driving all this along with some urgency, but nobody seems to have told him where the song is going and he spends the entire number hammering away in the background like a man building a shed.

Yonder Stands The Sinner” is no less reassuring, a demented 12-bar thrash, with Young barking the lyric like someone apparently possessed you’d walk around in the street. “LA” takes his elemental sense of right and wrong to new, wrathful limits. “When the suburbs are bombed and the freeways are crammed/And the mountains erupt and the valley is sucked/Into cracks in the earth/Will I finally be heard by you?” he rages. Uncut’s Bud Scoppa, writing about the album in Rolling Stone, compared Young’s performance here to “some neo-Israelite prophet, warning the unhearing masses of the inevitable apocalypse”.

The record’s three ballads – “Journey Through The Past”, introduced as “a song without a home”, “The Bridge” and the gorgeous “Love In Mind” – offer some respite on a record whose battered psychology is most bruisingly represented by the two long tracks that open and close its second side. “Don’t Be Denied”, written the day after Whitten’s death, is graphically autobiographical, directly descended from “Helpless”. Its four verses cover Young’s childhood, his parents’ divorce, his troubled adolescence (“The punches came fast and hard/Laying on my back in the school yard”), the corruption of youthful optimism and the redemption offered by music.

Last Dance”, meanwhile, much changed from the original A&M sessions, opens with a blast of feedback and over the next 10 minutes becomes a thing of relentless mayhem. The song’s lyric is initially admonishing, a hippy’s ticking off of the ‘straight’ lifestyle of nine-to-five mundanity. “You can make it on your own time/Laid back and laughing,” Young sings, but he doesn’t sound terribly convinced that the alternative way of living he’s proposing is any more fulfilling than what he’s notionally criticising. His sudden acknowledgement of this is startling. The track has been in many ways limping towards a predictable end, and the band sound on the verge of packing up for the night, when from somewhere Young gets a second wind. “No, no, no,” he starts singing, hoarsely, apparently rejecting the somewhat self-righteous message of the song so far. “No… No… No…,” he goes on, screaming now. “NO! NO! NO!” There’s more feedback, the band sounding confused by what’s happening. “NONONO!!!” Young rants, out there, in a place you wouldn’t want to be for long, racking up something like 76 consecutive triple negatives. He sounds as close to being out of control as he ever will on record, or anywhere else. “Sing with us, c’mon!” you can hear Nash shouting, although you’re not sure who he’s talking to – the audience or the rest of the band. Barbata comes pounding back in about now, hauling everyone else behind him. The song ends in a kind of exhausted chaos, leaving behind it an ominous silence.

Anyone who’d sat, largely appalled, through performances like this on the Time Fades Away tour would have been astonished if you’d told them they’d soon be released on a live album as a follow-up to Harvest.

Time Fades Away was released in October ’73, to the worst reviews of Young’s career to date. “‘Time Fades Away’ proves once and for all that like so many others who get elevated to super-star status, Neil Young has now got nothing to say for himself,” opined Nick Kent in NME, a view widely shared, if spectacularly wrong.

Young archivist Joel Bernstein, whose photo of the audience at Philadelphia’s Spectrum was used for the LP cover, printed on a paper stock that was intended over time to fade, summed up the bafflement of many. “How does a guy go from being the mellow hippy smiling in the barn to the drunk, intentionally out-of-it guy screaming at the audience?” he asked. “The hippy’s gone. The hippy took a plane home.”

And this is a clue to the significance of Time Fades Away. What Neil Young became, the wilful unpredictable iconoclast of subsequent legend, he started becoming here. Alone, really, of his superstar peers, he was clearly alert to the shifting mood of things and thus with Time Fades Away, he distanced himself at a stroke from the dreamy utopianism of the so-called Woodstock Nation and the sybaritic indulgence that now prevailed in the circles from which he had so dramatically with this record absented himself. Released in the same year as Raw Power, it was no less an acknowledgement that the pampered rock hierarchy of the early-’70s had had its day.

Four years before punk’s howling disenchantment, Young was already challenging the old order. By the time it came out, he had already recorded Tonight’s The Night, a tequila-soaked musical wake for Danny Whitten and CSNY guitar roadie Bruce Berry, who had recently died from a heroin OD. There would be no turning back from here.

Forty years after its release, Time Fades Away and the Journey Through The Past soundtrack are the only albums from Young’s copious back catalogue that have never been available on CD. Plans for a November 1995 CD release were scrapped at the last moment, for unexplained reasons, perhaps to do with Young’s own view of the album – “the worst record I ever made” – and the painful place in his history that it occupies. It was also conspicuously absent from the August 2003 Neil Young Archives Digital Masterpiece Series releases, which included CD debuts for On The Beach, American Stars ’N Bars, Hawks & Doves and Re-Ac-Tor. In 2007, the word from his management in reply to the continued petitioning from fans for its re-release was that a CD version remained unlikely.

More recently, though, there’s been mention of a “Time Fades Away II”, which may be included in the second volume of the Archives series, possibly an expanded edition including performances of more familiar songs played on the tour, but purposely excluded from the original album, or songs recorded on the first half of the tour, with Buttrey on drums.

It being the way with Neil, however, it could be something else entirely.

PLEASE NOTE THIS ARTICLE WAS FIRST PUBLISHED IN 2010; SINCE THEN SOME OF THE ALBUMS MENTIONED AS BEING OUT OF PRINT IN THIS PIECE HAVE BEEN REISSUED

This Month In Uncut!

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The new issue of Uncut, which hits shelves on January 31, features The Beatles, Television, Neil Young, The Jam and more. On the cover is a 50th anniversary special celebrating The Beatles’ debut at Hamburg’s Star-Club. We chart the pre-Fabs' incredible time in the German city, where intense, raucous performances and exposure to fashionable young Germans and some seriously debauched nightlife shaped their sound and image. Elsewhere in the issue, Television guitarist Richard Lloyd explains how the band made the seminal 'Marquee Moon', we present some iconic shots from The Jam’s farewell tour, and talk drugs, guns, terrorism and Krautrock with Amon Duul II. Neil Young’s commercial peak, 'Harvest', is also reassessed on its 40th birthday. There’s an impressive 206 albums reviewed – including newies from Lambchop and Paul McCartney, and reissues from Simple Minds, Pulp and Will Oldham – and reports on a clutch of new films and DVDs, including 'Young Adult', 'Carnage' and 'Game Of Thrones: Season One'. The issue hits newsstands on January 31.

The new issue of Uncut, which hits shelves on January 31, features The Beatles, Television, Neil Young, The Jam and more.

On the cover is a 50th anniversary special celebrating The Beatles’ debut at Hamburg’s Star-Club.

We chart the pre-Fabs’ incredible time in the German city, where intense, raucous performances and exposure to fashionable young Germans and some seriously debauched nightlife shaped their sound and image.

Elsewhere in the issue, Television guitarist Richard Lloyd explains how the band made the seminal ‘Marquee Moon’, we present some iconic shots from The Jam’s farewell tour, and talk drugs, guns, terrorism and Krautrock with Amon Duul II.

Neil Young’s commercial peak, ‘Harvest’, is also reassessed on its 40th birthday.

There’s an impressive 206 albums reviewed – including newies from Lambchop and Paul McCartney, and reissues from Simple Minds, Pulp and Will Oldham – and reports on a clutch of new films and DVDs, including ‘Young Adult’, ‘Carnage’ and ‘Game Of Thrones: Season One’.

The issue hits newsstands on January 31.

The Blues Accordin’ To Lightnin’ Hopkins

Intimate portrait of a legendary bluesman... If you were a blues enthusiast in California in the middle 1960s, your university was the Ash Grove. Part music venue, part instrument shop, coffee bar and ideas factory, it gave rise not only to musicians like John Fahey and Canned Heat, but also to film-makers like Les Blank, who, fired up by his enthusiasms set about documenting American folk culture. After a film on jazz musician Dizzy Gillespie, Blank arrived at the blues, and Sam “Lightnin’” Hopkins, then a 55 year-old roué biding his time in rural Texas. Although initially keen on the idea, Lightnin’ Hopkins soon tired of the process of documentary film-making. After playing ten songs for Blank and his camera, after only one day’s filming, Hopkins ordered Blank back to California. Whereupon, with the camera off, the men began playing cards. Blank lost, and lost again. The more money he lost to his subject, in fact, the more Hopkins began to see the virtue of keeping the young documentarian around. As a hard luck streak, Blank’s was fortunate indeed. Over the next six weeks, his potential as an easy mark saw him spend what we would now call unguarded, “all access” time with the country blues performer, as he drank, played music (with his cousin Bill Bizor and his near-neighbour Mance Lipscomb), and spun tall stories. Blank’s is documentary film-making in the most naturalistic sense possible. There’s no attempt to contextualize. What we experience instead is a brief immersion in the bluesman’s life, and it’s a compelling thing to watch. Along the way, intercut with scenes in which he visits his home town, plays and sings with his friends, has a few drinks at a local rodeo, Lightnin’ attempts to answer a fundamental question: what in essence, is the blues? Anyone, he assures us, can have the blues: over money problems, or a woman leaving. He also draws a link between church music and secular blues music finer than any academic could hope to. It’s about how one deals with one’s problems and one’s mortality. “It’s about eternity,” Hopkins says. All of which, as told by the bibulous, charismatic musician is fascinating and hugely enjoyable to hear. For all that, it’s still Blank’s movie. Having gained Hopkins’s confidence, he was rewarded with intimacy, which he portrays in an enjoyably non-linear way, with Hopkins’s rambling anecdotes cut to unguarded shots of the singer fishing, or killing a snake, or to footage of local people just living their lives. As a fantastic scene of Hopkins playing at a bar-b-q stand makes abundantly clear, to be a blues musician in 1967 did not mean you were a person apart, but rather right in the middle of the community, the music you were playing not dead, but in fact very much alive. JOHN ROBINSON

Intimate portrait of a legendary bluesman…

If you were a blues enthusiast in California in the middle 1960s, your university was the Ash Grove. Part music venue, part instrument shop, coffee bar and ideas factory, it gave rise not only to musicians like John Fahey and Canned Heat, but also to film-makers like Les Blank, who, fired up by his enthusiasms set about documenting American folk culture. After a film on jazz musician Dizzy Gillespie, Blank arrived at the blues, and Sam “Lightnin’” Hopkins, then a 55 year-old roué biding his time in rural Texas.

Although initially keen on the idea, Lightnin’ Hopkins soon tired of the process of documentary film-making. After playing ten songs for Blank and his camera, after only one day’s filming, Hopkins ordered Blank back to California. Whereupon, with the camera off, the men began playing cards. Blank lost, and lost again. The more money he lost to his subject, in fact, the more Hopkins began to see the virtue of keeping the young documentarian around.

As a hard luck streak, Blank’s was fortunate indeed. Over the next six weeks, his potential as an easy mark saw him spend what we would now call unguarded, “all access” time with the country blues performer, as he drank, played music (with his cousin Bill Bizor and his near-neighbour Mance Lipscomb), and spun tall stories. Blank’s is documentary film-making in the most naturalistic sense possible. There’s no attempt to contextualize. What we experience instead is a brief immersion in the bluesman’s life, and it’s a compelling thing to watch.

Along the way, intercut with scenes in which he visits his home town, plays and sings with his friends, has a few drinks at a local rodeo, Lightnin’ attempts to answer a fundamental question: what in essence, is the blues? Anyone, he assures us, can have the blues: over money problems, or a woman leaving. He also draws a link between church music and secular blues music finer than any academic could hope to. It’s about how one deals with one’s problems and one’s mortality. “It’s about eternity,” Hopkins says.

All of which, as told by the bibulous, charismatic musician is fascinating and hugely enjoyable to hear. For all that, it’s still Blank’s movie. Having gained Hopkins’s confidence, he was rewarded with intimacy, which he portrays in an enjoyably non-linear way, with Hopkins’s rambling anecdotes cut to unguarded shots of the singer fishing, or killing a snake, or to footage of local people just living their lives. As a fantastic scene of Hopkins playing at a bar-b-q stand makes abundantly clear, to be a blues musician in 1967 did not mean you were a person apart, but rather right in the middle of the community, the music you were playing not dead, but in fact very much alive.

JOHN ROBINSON

St Vincent: ‘Musicians need to kiss goodbye to making money out of records’

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St Vincent has said she believes musicians have to forget the idea of making money out of albums. In the new issue of Uncut, out on January 31, the singer, songwriter and guitarist, real name Annie Clark, states that she believes musicians have to adapt, now that anyone can record at home and release on the internet. However, she still sees advances in technology as a positive thing for artists. “The internet is tremendously empowering, you just have to kiss the idea of making a whole lot of money out of records goodbye,” she explains. “Now you have this large class of musicians making a small living doing what they want to do. “[Making a huge amount of money as a musician] was an anomaly. In the ’70s and ’80s, when huge hair bands were riding this mad gravy train, you know that could never have lasted. It wouldn’t have been a good thing if it had lasted.” Read more of Uncut’s interview with St Vincent in the new March issue, on shelves from January 31.

St Vincent has said she believes musicians have to forget the idea of making money out of albums.

In the new issue of Uncut, out on January 31, the singer, songwriter and guitarist, real name Annie Clark, states that she believes musicians have to adapt, now that anyone can record at home and release on the internet.

However, she still sees advances in technology as a positive thing for artists.

“The internet is tremendously empowering, you just have to kiss the idea of making a whole lot of money out of records goodbye,” she explains. “Now you have this large class of musicians making a small living doing what they want to do.

“[Making a huge amount of money as a musician] was an anomaly. In the ’70s and ’80s, when huge hair bands were riding this mad gravy train, you know that could never have lasted. It wouldn’t have been a good thing if it had lasted.”

Read more of Uncut’s interview with St Vincent in the new March issue, on shelves from January 31.

The Descendants

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Oscar nominated George Clooney leads funny, sophisticated drama... DIRECTED BY Alexander Payne STARRING George Clooney, Shailene Woodley, Beau Bridges, Matthew Lillard, Judy Greer These days, only a handful of American directors can be relied on to make intelligent, enjoyable, properly grown-up films. Among them are Jason Reitman (Up In The Air, the forthcoming Young Adult), the seldom-seen Todd Haynes and – perhaps most consistently of all – Alexander Payne. The Omaha-born writer-director may have made his reputation with a high school political satire (1999 Reece Witherspoon starrer Election). But since then, Payne has specialized in stories about older males looking ruefully back at chances missed and wrong roads taken: About Schmidt, which allowed Jack Nicholson to act his weary age, and wine-steeped mid-life-crisis road movie Sideways. At first glance, his new offering The Descendants is Payne’s straightest film yet, a tragi-comic family story about life, love, death and inter-generational misunderstanding. But this deceptively simple film – based on the 2008 novel by Kaui Hart Hemmings – is distinguished by its unusual Hawaiian location, a superb cast headed by George Clooney on top of his game, and an audacious way of wrong-footing all the expectations that accompany the gentle family melodrama this initially resembles. Clooney plays Hawaii resident Matt King, who begins proceedings by telling us in voice-over that he’s sick of hearing that life on the island must be paradise – a point proved by shots of freeways and drab parking lots. Matt’s own life is certainly anything but blissful - his wife Elizabeth is in a coma following a waterskiing accident, and Matt is looking after the two daughters he barely knows – 10-year-old Scottie (mara Miller) and contemptuous, wayward teen Alexandra (Shailene Woodley). In addition, he has to decide how best to sell the magnificent tract of family land that’s been handed down through generations, going right back to the Hawaiian royalty who were his ancestors. Then Matt discovers that his wife had been having an affair, and decides that it’s time to track down her lover – ostensibly so that the man can say his farewells before Elizabeth dies, but partly also in the spirit of good old-fashioned stalking. What ensues is a road trip – or in this case, an island hop – as Matt goes on the trail of the other man, accompanied by his daughters and by Alex’s clueless pal Sid (a hilariously lunkish Nick Krause) who can be relied on to say the wrong thing in any possible situation. The film is superbly acted, both by its young unknowns and by familiar faces including Beau Bridges (rheumy-eyed and laid-back as one of Matt’s sprawling clan), a formidably blunt Robert Forster (of Jackie Brown fame) as Matt’s disapproving father-in-law, and by Matthew Lillard as the other man. You may remember Lillard as the goofy arch-slacker of the Scream films, or as Scooby-Doo’s sidekick Shaggy; it’s quite alarming how quickly he’s aged, but Lillard seems to have discovered fruitful new career prospects playing smarmy middle-aged dorks, and he rises to the challenge wonderfully. What makes The Descendants – scripted by Payne with Nat Faxon and Jim Rash – so exceptional is its ill-mannered mischief, its willingness to step on conventional emotional sensibilities. It’s not enough that Matt and family are living through a uniquely painful situation, Payne makes the emotional comedy that much more excruciating too. In one scene, Matt steps into the hospital room for what we expect to be a tear-stained tête-à-tête with the comatose Elizabeth – only to heartily lambast her for messing up his life. Later in the film, a superb and affecting Judy Greer, as the lover’s wronged wife, gets her chance to speak some bedside home truths too. Yet, no matter how far the film goes in a black comedy direction, there’s always a sense of emotional fragility and tenderness that makes The Descendants feel not just bearable but compellingly wise too. Few of today’s Hollywood male leads could have carried off the delicacy of this drama, or given the essentially stolid, self-absorbed Matt some substance without grandstanding or laying on the redemptive humanity too thick. But Clooney – having revealed several new layers of subtlety in Up In The Air – pushes his register even further here, and gives us cinema’s best Harassed Middle-aged Man for some time – with an ordinary vulnerability to match the greying hair. The Descendants is another film, like Sideways, that shows Payne to be a master in making something exceptional out of the almost exaggeratedly ordinary. And like Sideways, it’s at once hugely entertaining and at the same time, deep in an almost throwaway fashion. It’s about as classy and mature as contemporary American cinema gets. JONATHAN ROMNEY

Oscar nominated George Clooney leads funny, sophisticated drama…

DIRECTED BY Alexander Payne

STARRING George Clooney, Shailene Woodley, Beau Bridges, Matthew Lillard, Judy Greer

These days, only a handful of American directors can be relied on to make intelligent, enjoyable, properly grown-up films. Among them are Jason Reitman (Up In The Air, the forthcoming Young Adult), the seldom-seen Todd Haynes and – perhaps most consistently of all – Alexander Payne. The Omaha-born writer-director may have made his reputation with a high school political satire (1999 Reece Witherspoon starrer Election). But since then, Payne has specialized in stories about older males looking ruefully back at chances missed and wrong roads taken: About Schmidt, which allowed Jack Nicholson to act his weary age, and wine-steeped mid-life-crisis road movie Sideways.

At first glance, his new offering The Descendants is Payne’s straightest film yet, a tragi-comic family story about life, love, death and inter-generational misunderstanding. But this deceptively simple film – based on the 2008 novel by Kaui Hart Hemmings – is distinguished by its unusual Hawaiian location, a superb cast headed by George Clooney on top of his game, and an audacious way of wrong-footing all the expectations that accompany the gentle family melodrama this initially resembles.

Clooney plays Hawaii resident Matt King, who begins proceedings by telling us in voice-over that he’s sick of hearing that life on the island must be paradise – a point proved by shots of freeways and drab parking lots. Matt’s own life is certainly anything but blissful – his wife Elizabeth is in a coma following a waterskiing accident, and Matt is looking after the two daughters he barely knows – 10-year-old Scottie (mara Miller) and contemptuous, wayward teen Alexandra (Shailene Woodley). In addition, he has to decide how best to sell the magnificent tract of family land that’s been handed down through generations, going right back to the Hawaiian royalty who were his ancestors.

Then Matt discovers that his wife had been having an affair, and decides that it’s time to track down her lover – ostensibly so that the man can say his farewells before Elizabeth dies, but partly also in the spirit of good old-fashioned stalking. What ensues is a road trip – or in this case, an island hop – as Matt goes on the trail of the other man, accompanied by his daughters and by Alex’s clueless pal Sid (a hilariously lunkish Nick Krause) who can be relied on to say the wrong thing in any possible situation.

The film is superbly acted, both by its young unknowns and by familiar faces including Beau Bridges (rheumy-eyed and laid-back as one of Matt’s sprawling clan), a formidably blunt Robert Forster (of Jackie Brown fame) as Matt’s disapproving father-in-law, and by Matthew Lillard as the other man. You may remember Lillard as the goofy arch-slacker of the Scream films, or as Scooby-Doo’s sidekick Shaggy; it’s quite alarming how quickly he’s aged, but Lillard seems to have discovered fruitful new career prospects playing smarmy middle-aged dorks, and he rises to the challenge wonderfully.

What makes The Descendants – scripted by Payne with Nat Faxon and Jim Rash – so exceptional is its ill-mannered mischief, its willingness to step on conventional emotional sensibilities. It’s not enough that Matt and family are living through a uniquely painful situation, Payne makes the emotional comedy that much more excruciating too. In one scene, Matt steps into the hospital room for what we expect to be a tear-stained tête-à-tête with the comatose Elizabeth – only to heartily lambast her for messing up his life. Later in the film, a superb and affecting Judy Greer, as the lover’s wronged wife, gets her chance to speak some bedside home truths too. Yet, no matter how far the film goes in a black comedy direction, there’s always a sense of emotional fragility and tenderness that makes The Descendants feel not just bearable but compellingly wise too.

Few of today’s Hollywood male leads could have carried off the delicacy of this drama, or given the essentially stolid, self-absorbed Matt some substance without grandstanding or laying on the redemptive humanity too thick. But Clooney – having revealed several new layers of subtlety in Up In The Air – pushes his register even further here, and gives us cinema’s best Harassed Middle-aged Man for some time – with an ordinary vulnerability to match the greying hair. The Descendants is another film, like Sideways, that shows Payne to be a master in making something exceptional out of the almost exaggeratedly ordinary. And like Sideways, it’s at once hugely entertaining and at the same time, deep in an almost throwaway fashion. It’s about as classy and mature as contemporary American cinema gets.

JONATHAN ROMNEY