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Franz Ferdinand associate Richard Wright wins Turner Prize

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The guitarist of Scottish band Correcto - who also feature Franz Ferdinand drummer Paul Thompson - has won the 2009 Turner Prize. Richard Wright's untitled wall painting scooped the £25,000 award last night (December 7) at London's Tate Britain. Wright plays alongside Thompson and The Royal We's bassist Patrick Doyle in Correcto, and he also designed the artwork for the band's self-titled 2007 debut album. The 49-year-old's Turner Prize winning artwork is now on display at the Tate Britain until January 3, when, like most of his pieces, it will be painted over with white emulsion. Latest music and film news on Uncut.co.uk.

The guitarist of Scottish band Correcto – who also feature Franz Ferdinand drummer Paul Thompson – has won the 2009 Turner Prize.

Richard Wright‘s untitled wall painting scooped the £25,000 award last night (December 7) at London‘s Tate Britain.

Wright plays alongside Thompson and The Royal We‘s bassist Patrick Doyle in Correcto, and he also designed the artwork for the band’s self-titled 2007 debut album.

The 49-year-old’s Turner Prize winning artwork is now on display at the Tate Britain until January 3, when, like most of his pieces, it will be painted over with white emulsion.

Latest music and film news on Uncut.co.uk.

Damon Albarn ‘hasn’t thought’ about Blur since summer shows

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Damon Albarn has admitted that he hasn't thought about playing with Blur since the band's show at this year's T In The Park (July 12). Speaking about this summer's reunion tour, which saw Blur play a mixture of old haunts and festivals, Albarn told The Guardian that the experience had been "euphori...

Damon Albarn has admitted that he hasn’t thought about playing with Blur since the band’s show at this year’s T In The Park (July 12).

Speaking about this summer’s reunion tour, which saw Blur play a mixture of old haunts and festivals, Albarn told The Guardian that the experience had been “euphoric”, though he is now keen to move on.

“I loved every second of it but then when it had finished it was like, we’ve all got to get on with our lives now,” Albarn explained. “After the last gig in Scotland I got on the train and left it all behind. That’s it, I haven’t thought about it since.”

The singer recently revealed the title of the next Gorillaz album, which he is currently working on. Called ‘Plastic Beach’, the album is set to be released in 2010.

Latest music and film news on Uncut.co.uk.

The 45th Uncut Playlist Of 2009

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I’ve not been hugely interested in much of the end-of-the-decade stuff that’s been appearing over the past few weeks, but this piece by Simon Reynolds at the Guardian is worth a read. Without wanting to grotesquely oversimplyfy the argument, Reynolds’ premise is that more good music has been released in the past ten years than in previous decades, but less Great music. He suggests that it’d be easier to find 2,000 good records of the Noughties, but harder to identify 200 Great ones; 200 which achieve a certain kind of critical consensus. A couple of years ago, I suppose we’d be calling this The Long Tail A fair bit of Reynolds’ recent writing has struck me as oddly gloomy, seeming to reflect a disappointment with where music is at the moment and – more pertinently to him, I suspect – where it might be going. As a consequence, he implies that the lack of Great albums is a problem. As a more optimistic critic, though, and one generally unconcerned with continuum or whatever, the piece made me wonder: do we actually need these kind of Great, uniting records any more? With so much good music available – for free, potentially – should we crave a small, canonical selection of records which everyone, more or less, agrees upon, and play them again and again? Isn’t a wider choice of good things, tailored to your own specific tastes, more desirable? It’s that glut of random good things which sustains blogs like this, I guess – and which may well frustrate critics (like Reynolds, and unlike me) who are preoccupied with identifying overarching narratives of musical development. Have a read, anyhow, and we can talk about it. In the meantime, here’s this week’s clutch of goodish things. Haven’t mentioned this for a while, but following correspondence from one or two PRs, I probably should reiterate again that these playlists are just records we’ve played in the Uncut office, and aren’t necessarily things I actually like. That said, there’s only a couple of things on this one that I wasn’t particularly keen on. Here we go… 1 Field Music – (Measure) (Memphis Industries) 2 The Next Uncut Free CD 3 Retribution Gospel Choir – 2 (Sub Pop) 4 Various Artists – Bob Blank: The Blank Generation, Blank Tapes NYC 1975-1985 (Strut) 5 A Load Of Albanian Folk Music (A CD-R From Mark’s Friend) 6 VoicesVoices – Flulyk Visions (http://www.myspace.com/wearevoicesvoices) 7 Smoke Fairies – Gastown (Third Man) 8 Jack Rose – Luck In The Valley (Thrill Jockey) 9 Steve Mason – All Come Down (Black Melody) 10 Ali Farka Touré & Toumani Diabaté – Ali & Toumani (World Circuit) 11 Shearwater – The Golden Archipelago (Matador) 12 Various Artists – Good God! Born Again Funk (Numero Group) 13 Various Artists – Dim Lights, Thick Smoke & Hillbilly Music: Country & Western Hit Parade 1954 (Bear Family) 14 Lonelady – Intuition (Warp) 15 Natural Snow Buildings – Shadow Kingdom (CD-R)

I’ve not been hugely interested in much of the end-of-the-decade stuff that’s been appearing over the past few weeks, but this piece by Simon Reynolds at the Guardian is worth a read.

The Rolling Stones: Get Yer Ya-Ya’s Out! Deluxe Edition

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Fall 1969 : a time of endings. It was the close of the '60s, a decade fascinated by its own mythology and struggling to imagine what might follow. The Beatles, harbingers of the age, had played their last concert six months previously. Brian Jones, the first high-profile rock casualty, had recently been laid to rest. Another, less evident end also loomed; the expiry of The Rolling Stones' contract with Decca Records, which required only one final long-player after the imminent Let It Bleed. In a move that would subsequently become a music business cliché, a live album was deemed the solution and Get Yer Ya-Ya's Out! the result. Recorded in November 1969 over two nights at New York's Madison Square Garden, Ya-Ya's! proved an inspired move. When released in September 1970, it shot to the top of the UK charts and did almost as well in the US. As importantly, the album helped seal the Stones' reputation as 'The Greatest Rock'n'Roll Band In The World', the boast that opened each date of their '69 US tour and was to become a trademark as identifiable as the leering lips-and-tongue logo. At the time there were few nay-sayers, despite the rival claims of, say, The Who or Led Zeppelin, both of whom had introduced an arena-crushing muscle beyond the Stones' reach. Instead, the Stones brought a string of decade-defining hits, plus showmanship - Richards' piratical swagger, Mick Jagger's camp theatrics - and a mystique swirling with dissolution and satanic flirtation. Only Mick Jagger came onstage to incarnate Lucifer. Did they also bring the music? The three-year gap since they had toured the States as shaggy boppers playing 30-minute sets left room for scepticism, despite the recorded triumphs of Beggars Banquet, "Jumping Jack Flash" et al. The tour, in particular the climactic New York shows, quelled all doubts, and the newly extended document that is today's Ya-Ya's confirms that this is the Stones at their peak. What thunders from the speakers from the outset is the assertion that this was a band, a unit with a collective pulse. Two Chuck Berry numbers, "Carol" and "Little Queenie", confirm the group had never lost the connection with R'n'B's swing, its offbeat; they didn't just rock, they also rolled. Berry's growling, loping riffs are the template for much else in the performance; "Stray Cat Blues", even the high-octane "Street Fighting Man" that climaxes the show. With the twin guitars of Richards and his new spar, Mick Taylor, surging and soaring, it's easy to overlook the rhythm section of Charlie Watts and Bill Wyman. When Jagger famously yells "Charlie's good tonight, innee?" he might as easily have extended the compliment to Wyman who supplies a double-time thrum throughout. For his part, Taylor proves a way more appropriate foil for Richards than his eventual replacement, Ronnie Wood, providing solos of considered elegance that contrast with Richards' insouciant raunch on, say, "Stray Cat Blues" and "Love In Vain" while being in sync with his rhythm duties when Richards busts a spiky, eccentric solo. In the background, Ian Stewart's rolling piano parts also surface, notably on the Berry numbers. Prancing, preening and gesticulating in front of this juggernaut, it's small surprise that Jagger's vocals fade in and out of the action. Some vocal overdubbing was, indeed, added the following spring at London's Olympic studios, with Jagger's between-song exhortations spliced into different places, including that celebrated "You wouldn't want me trousers to fall down now, wouldya?" tease. Lester Bangs description of Ya-Ya's as "the best rock concert ever put on record" in Rolling Stone ignores the fact that the record blends three concerts, "Love In Vain" being drawn from the Baltimore show. To get the measure of Jagger's contribution you have to turn to the five new songs on disc two, which are also the meat of the DVD offering. The acoustic, stool-sitting interlude of "Prodigal Son" and "You Gotta Move" have him in tremendous form, drawling in that unique demotic that's half art-school mockney, half Southern bluesman, while Richards picks away. "Under My Thumb" passes by unremarkably, and is overshadowed by its segue, "I'm Free", on which Taylor shines. "Satisfaction", taken at furious pace, sounds shapeless on disc, but on film is totally magnetic, with Jagger twirling and gyrating, an androgyne dervish in his pomp. Jagger conceived of Ya-Ya's as a double album, its second disc devoted to the support acts the Stones championed; Ike and Tina Turner and B.B. King. "Decca weren't interested," he said later. "They went, 'Who are these people?'" The current edition therefore fulfils his vision. King's five tracks on disc three find him with full band in characteristically genial form, singing with a long lost smoothness and range, notably on a remarkable "Please Accept My Love". Ike and Tina pump out a slick cross-over set that includes "Son of A Preacher Man", "Proud Mary" (a hit two years hence) and a wailing "Loving You Too Long". Inevitably one is drawn back to the 27 minutes of footage comprised of offcuts from the Maysles Brothers' Gimme Shelter documentary. There are glimpses of a careworn Hendrix backstage, an exuberant Janis Joplin stage front, and of a bored Grateful Dead waiting at a New York helipad. Here Jagger holds court like a fey 19th century aristocrat, apparently still in character from Performance, shot the previous year. That movie's dark spell is there at the heart of Ya-Ya's, in the 15 blistering minutes of "Sympathy For The Devil" and "Midnight Rambler", the latter's power matching the song's lyrical savagery. The Stones had found their collective diablo all right, a shadow side of the utopian '60s that would shortly be tragically played out at the Altamont Speedway; the Fall of '69. Neil Spencer Pic credit: PA Photos

Fall 1969 : a time of endings. It was the close of the ’60s, a decade fascinated by its own mythology and struggling to imagine what might follow. The Beatles, harbingers of the age, had played their last concert six months previously. Brian Jones, the first high-profile rock casualty, had recently been laid to rest. Another, less evident end also loomed; the expiry of The Rolling Stones‘ contract with Decca Records, which required only one final long-player after the imminent Let It Bleed. In a move that would subsequently become a music business cliché, a live album was deemed the solution and Get Yer Ya-Ya’s Out! the result.

Recorded in November 1969 over two nights at New York’s Madison Square Garden, Ya-Ya’s! proved an inspired move. When released in September 1970, it shot to the top of the UK charts and did almost as well in the US. As importantly, the album helped seal the Stones’ reputation as ‘The Greatest Rock’n’Roll Band In The World’, the boast that opened each date of their ’69 US tour and was to become a trademark as identifiable as the leering lips-and-tongue logo.

At the time there were few nay-sayers, despite the rival claims of, say, The Who or Led Zeppelin, both of whom had introduced an arena-crushing muscle beyond the Stones’ reach. Instead, the Stones brought a string of decade-defining hits, plus showmanship – Richards’ piratical swagger, Mick Jagger’s camp theatrics – and a mystique swirling with dissolution and satanic flirtation. Only Mick Jagger came onstage to incarnate Lucifer.

Did they also bring the music? The three-year gap since they had toured the States as shaggy boppers playing 30-minute sets left room for scepticism, despite the recorded triumphs of Beggars Banquet, “Jumping Jack Flash” et al. The tour, in particular the climactic New York shows, quelled all doubts, and the newly extended document that is today’s Ya-Ya‘s confirms that this is the Stones at their peak.

What thunders from the speakers from the outset is the assertion that this was a band, a unit with a collective pulse. Two Chuck Berry numbers, “Carol” and “Little Queenie”, confirm the group had never lost the connection with R’n’B’s swing, its offbeat; they didn’t just rock, they also rolled. Berry’s growling, loping riffs are the template for much else in the performance; “Stray Cat Blues”, even the high-octane “Street Fighting Man” that climaxes the show.

With the twin guitars of Richards and his new spar, Mick Taylor, surging and soaring, it’s easy to overlook the rhythm section of Charlie Watts and Bill Wyman. When Jagger famously yells “Charlie’s good tonight, innee?” he might as easily have extended the compliment to Wyman who supplies a double-time thrum throughout.

For his part, Taylor proves a way more appropriate foil for Richards than his eventual replacement, Ronnie Wood, providing solos of considered elegance that contrast with Richards’ insouciant raunch on, say, “Stray Cat Blues” and “Love In Vain” while being in sync with his rhythm duties when Richards busts a spiky, eccentric solo. In the background, Ian Stewart’s rolling piano parts also surface, notably on the Berry numbers.

Prancing, preening and gesticulating in front of this juggernaut, it’s small surprise that Jagger’s vocals fade in and out of the action. Some vocal overdubbing was, indeed, added the following spring at London’s Olympic studios, with Jagger’s between-song exhortations spliced into different places, including that celebrated “You wouldn’t want me trousers to fall down now, wouldya?” tease. Lester Bangs description of Ya-Ya’s as “the best rock concert ever put on record” in Rolling Stone ignores the fact that the record blends three concerts, “Love In Vain” being drawn from the Baltimore show.

To get the measure of Jagger‘s contribution you have to turn to the five new songs on disc two, which are also the meat of the DVD offering. The acoustic, stool-sitting interlude of “Prodigal Son” and “You Gotta Move” have him in tremendous form, drawling in that unique demotic that’s half art-school mockney, half Southern bluesman, while Richards picks away. “Under My Thumb” passes by unremarkably, and is overshadowed by its segue, “I’m Free”, on which Taylor shines. “Satisfaction”, taken at furious pace, sounds shapeless on disc, but on film is totally magnetic, with Jagger twirling and gyrating, an androgyne dervish in his pomp.

Jagger conceived of Ya-Ya‘s as a double album, its second disc devoted to the support acts the Stones championed; Ike and Tina Turner and B.B. King. “Decca weren’t interested,” he said later. “They went, ‘Who are these people?'” The current edition therefore fulfils his vision. King’s five tracks on disc three find him with full band in characteristically genial form, singing with a long lost smoothness and range, notably on a remarkable “Please Accept My Love”. Ike and Tina pump out a slick cross-over set that includes “Son of A Preacher Man”, “Proud Mary” (a hit two years hence) and a wailing “Loving You Too Long”.

Inevitably one is drawn back to the 27 minutes of footage comprised of offcuts from the Maysles BrothersGimme Shelter documentary. There are glimpses of a careworn Hendrix backstage, an exuberant Janis Joplin stage front, and of a bored Grateful Dead waiting at a New York helipad. Here Jagger holds court like a fey 19th century aristocrat, apparently still in character from Performance, shot the previous year. That movie’s dark spell is there at the heart of Ya-Ya’s, in the 15 blistering minutes of “Sympathy For The Devil” and “Midnight Rambler”, the latter’s power matching the song’s lyrical savagery.

The Stones had found their collective diablo all right, a shadow side of the utopian ’60s that would shortly be tragically played out at the Altamont Speedway; the Fall of ’69.

Neil Spencer

Pic credit: PA Photos

Spiritualized – Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space

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1997 was a bumper year for British albums, but of all the big-hitters released that summer, only Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space, more so than Radiohead's OK Computer, it's worth arguing, has gained in stature, its hallowed reputation buffed by constant praise. Between June and September of that year, as if buoyed by New Labour's demolition of the Tories, a handful of pumped-up groups looked to deliver on Britpop's golden promise. But when lad-rock's Stella-and-coke high eventually wore off, it became transparently obvious that the macho bluster inflating the Verve's Urban Hymns, Oasis' Be Here Now and The Fat Of The Land by The Prodigy had masked a lot of pretty hollow music. Ladies And Gentlemen., by contrast, might as well have been beamed down from Saturn. Spiritualized had form, of course, but compared to 1995's heroically indulgent Pure Phase, this was a heartwrenchingly honest record on which a wounded Jason Pierce seemed to weave the voodoo soul of New Orleans blues around the shimmering elegance of Kraftwerk's Trans-Europe Express, fashioning a timeless psychedelic odyssey. To its admirers, Ladies And Gentlemen is untouchable, and when asked by Sony if he wished to remaster the album, Pierce felt no need to touch it either - he had, after all, spent months perfecting it at the time. So why re-release it 12 years later? Well, there's the series of Don't Look Back Christmas shows where Spiritualized will perform the album in its entirety, and other than that, you suspect Pierce, who is not known for his business acumen, relished the opportunity to splash out on yet more lavish packaging for the special editions of this triple-disc affair. The bulk of the second and third CDs - sundry demo, instrumental and a cappella versions of album tracks - illuminate the recording process to a degree and should appeal to hardcore Pierce fetishists, while curious Spiritualized fans will be interested in the satin shimmer of "Rocket Shaped Song" and "Beautiful Happiness", previously unreleased instrumentals seemingly marooned between Pure Phase and Ladies And Gentlemen.. What that leaves, then, is the original album, which sounds as serene and otherworldly as it did in 1997. This latest edition also boasts the original version of the opening title track on which Pierce and the London Community Gospel Choir sing the refrain from Elvis' "Can't Help Falling In Love With You". In '97, Presley's estate denied permission for its use, but have since lifted the ban, meaning the LP now follows Pierce's original design. Much to his amusement, Pierce has spent the past 12 years denying he wrote "Broken Heart" or "Cool Waves" about his split with girlfriend and long-time band member Kate Radley. Just as he claims the lion's share of last year's Songs In A&E was written before he became gravely ill, Pierce says he'd already penned much of Ladies And Gentlemen. before the break-up. And, asked recently in Uncut about the "Cop Shoot Cop" line "There's a hole in my arm where the money goes in", Pierce suggested that one could make a connection between that and heroin. But he's candid enough to know it's best to leave the meaning of songs to interpretation. After all, remove mystery, drugs and women from rock'n'roll and, really, there's not a lot left. Piers Martin Pic credit: Neil Thomson

1997 was a bumper year for British albums, but of all the big-hitters released that summer, only Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space, more so than Radiohead‘s OK Computer, it’s worth arguing, has gained in stature, its hallowed reputation buffed by constant praise.

Between June and September of that year, as if buoyed by New Labour’s demolition of the Tories, a handful of pumped-up groups looked to deliver on Britpop’s golden promise. But when lad-rock’s Stella-and-coke high eventually wore off, it became transparently obvious that the macho bluster inflating the Verve‘s Urban Hymns, Oasis‘ Be Here Now and The Fat Of The Land by The Prodigy had masked a lot of pretty hollow music.

Ladies And Gentlemen., by contrast, might as well have been beamed down from Saturn. Spiritualized had form, of course, but compared to 1995’s heroically indulgent Pure Phase, this was a heartwrenchingly honest record on which a wounded Jason Pierce seemed to weave the voodoo soul of New Orleans blues around the shimmering elegance of Kraftwerk‘s Trans-Europe Express, fashioning a timeless psychedelic odyssey.

To its admirers, Ladies And Gentlemen is untouchable, and when asked by Sony if he wished to remaster the album, Pierce felt no need to touch it either – he had, after all, spent months perfecting it at the time. So why re-release it 12 years later?

Well, there’s the series of Don’t Look Back Christmas shows where Spiritualized will perform the album in its entirety, and other than that, you suspect Pierce, who is not known for his business acumen, relished the opportunity to splash out on yet more lavish packaging for the special editions of this triple-disc affair.

The bulk of the second and third CDs – sundry demo, instrumental and a cappella versions of album tracks – illuminate the recording process to a degree and should appeal to hardcore Pierce fetishists, while curious Spiritualized fans will be interested in the satin shimmer of “Rocket Shaped Song” and “Beautiful Happiness”, previously unreleased instrumentals seemingly marooned between Pure Phase and Ladies And Gentlemen..

What that leaves, then, is the original album, which sounds as serene and otherworldly as it did in 1997. This latest edition also boasts the original version of the opening title track on which Pierce and the London Community Gospel Choir sing the refrain from Elvis’ “Can’t Help Falling In Love With You”. In ’97, Presley’s estate denied permission for its use, but have since lifted the ban, meaning the LP now follows Pierce’s original design.

Much to his amusement, Pierce has spent the past 12 years denying he wrote “Broken Heart” or “Cool Waves” about his split with girlfriend and long-time band member Kate Radley. Just as he claims the lion’s share of last year’s Songs In A&E was written before he became gravely ill, Pierce says he’d already penned much of Ladies And Gentlemen. before the break-up. And, asked recently in Uncut about the “Cop Shoot Cop” line “There’s a hole in my arm where the money goes in”, Pierce suggested that one could make a connection between that and heroin.

But he’s candid enough to know it’s best to leave the meaning of songs to interpretation. After all, remove mystery, drugs and women from rock’n’roll and, really, there’s not a lot left.

Piers Martin

Pic credit: Neil Thomson

Jesca Hoop – Hunting My Dress

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Raised as a Mormon and championed by Tom Waits (she worked as nanny to his kids), Jesca Hoop's music dazzles with a similarly contrary set of influences. In a voice that ranges from gentle, crystalline charm to edgy intensity, she's in turn playful ("Whispering Light"), bluesy ("Four Dreams"), haunting ("Angel Mom"), folky ("Murder Of Birds'', on which she duets with Elbow's Guy Garvey). What prevents this all from becoming a mish-mash of textures is Hoop's single-minded passion, which lends a self-assured cohesion to her diversity. Nigel Williamson

Raised as a Mormon and championed by Tom Waits (she worked as nanny to his kids), Jesca Hoop‘s music dazzles with a similarly contrary set of influences.

In a voice that ranges from gentle, crystalline charm to edgy intensity, she’s in turn playful (“Whispering Light”), bluesy (“Four Dreams”), haunting (“Angel Mom”), folky (“Murder Of Birds”, on which she duets with Elbow’s Guy Garvey).

What prevents this all from becoming a mish-mash of textures is Hoop’s single-minded passion, which lends a self-assured cohesion to her diversity.

Nigel Williamson

Rickie Lee Jones – Balm In Gilead

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In recent years, the one-time beat poet Rickie Lee Jones seems to have been maturing into a kind of 21st century prophetess, calling for revolution on 2003's Evening Of My Day and setting the words of Christ to song on 2006's Sermon On The Exposition. Balm In Gilead, though, takes a more intimate, affecting turn, including a song for her daughter's 21st birthday ("Wild Girl"), a version of a song written by her father ("The Moon Is Made Of Gold") and, in "Remember Me" and "Bonfires" a couple of the most desolately heartbreaking songs she's ever sung. 30 years on from "Chuck E.", it's a stunning testament to the vitality of her vagabond muse. Stephen Troussé Pic credit: Andy Willsher

In recent years, the one-time beat poet Rickie Lee Jones seems to have been maturing into a kind of 21st century prophetess, calling for revolution on 2003’s Evening Of My Day and setting the words of Christ to song on 2006’s Sermon On The Exposition.

Balm In Gilead, though, takes a more intimate, affecting turn, including a song for her daughter’s 21st birthday (“Wild Girl”), a version of a song written by her father (“The Moon Is Made Of Gold”) and, in “Remember Me” and “Bonfires” a couple of the most desolately heartbreaking songs she’s ever sung. 30 years on from “Chuck E.”, it’s a stunning testament to the vitality of her vagabond muse.

Stephen Troussé

Pic credit: Andy Willsher

Where The Wild Things Are

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WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE DIRECTED BY Spike Jonze STARRING Max Records, James Gandolfini, Catherine Keener SYNOPSIS A 9-year-old boy named Max lives with his sister and their divorced mother. After a family row, Max runs away and finds himself in the land of the Wild Things. Despite being giant,...
  • WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE
  • DIRECTED BY Spike Jonze

    STARRING Max Records, James Gandolfini, Catherine Keener

  • SYNOPSIS

    A 9-year-old boy named Max lives with his sister and their divorced mother. After a family row, Max runs away and finds himself in the land of the Wild Things. Despite being giant, scary beasts, they adopt Max as their king. Let the wild rumpus begin!

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Spike Jonze is the former video director who, for his first movie, was called upon to make sense of Charlie Kaufman‘s mindblowing screenplay for Being John Malkovich, where a puppeteer discovered a dimensional portal in a movie star’s head.

He worked with Kaufman again on the equally dazzling Adaptation – about a screenwriter’s struggles to adapt a best-seller. With both these films, Jonze and Kaufman found themselves duly celebrated as pioneers of a new wave of postmodern, meta-everything cinema.

But, for his new film, Jonze has collaborated with lit-hipster Dave Eggars, the author of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius – a novel that shared many of the witty, self-conscious, postmodern quirks of Kaufman’s screenplays. You could be forgiven then, for imagining that together these two would gleefully concoct some kind of previously unmatched down-the-rabbit-hole lunacy.

But, in fact, nothing could be further than truth. They’ve chosen, instead, to adapt a 10-page children’s book, Where The Wild Things Are, by author Maurice Sendak. Published in 1963, it’s the story of a small boy called Max who, in his imagination, travels to a distant land inhabited by ferocious monsters – the Wild Things – and he becomes their king.

But as strange as the idea of Spike Jonze adapting a children’s book might seem, you can certainly see links to his other work – particularly the phantasmagorical cinematic universes of …Malkovich and Adaptation, his creation of other worlds and alternative realities. (Indeed, this isn’t Jonze’s first attempt to film a children’s book. In 1995, four years before he made …Malkovitch, Jonze was attached to direct a live action version of Harold And The Purple Crayon, about a boy who lives in a world of his own imagining; whatever he draws becomes his reality. You could perhaps argue that Jonze himself is Harold – a filmmaker who’s had the relative luxury of being able to fully explore his creativity without interference.)

By necessity, Jonze and Eggers have considerably expanded Sendak’s story. In their version, Max (the brilliantly named Max Records) is a 9-year-old boy who’s home life is chaotic – his parents are divorced and his elder sister has abandoned him for more adolescent preoccupations. Max feels neglected.

In a framing device at the start of the film, we see him dressed in a wolf suit, chasing the family dog with a fork around the house. He trashes his sister’s room as revenge after a snowball fight gets out of hand. He disrupts a family dinner at which his mother’s boyfriend is the guest. A row erupts, during which Max bites his mother (Catherine Keener), and runs off into the night. Fighting his way through waste ground at the end of his road, he finds himself unexpectedly at the coast where a boat awaits. It’s then he sets sail for the island of the Wild Things and his adventures begin.

Jonze and Eggars have also loaded their movie with plenty of symbolism and themes that might seem remarkably unsuited to a pre-teen audience. Once he reaches the island, we begin to see allusions to Max’s home life. The Wild Things, particularly, represent members of his own family, or aspects of his own personality. These Wild Things – aside from the occasional rumpus – are sensitive, melancholic creatures with issues of self-esteem. “I have a sadness shield that keeps out all the sadness,” Max explains. “We forgot what it was like to have fun,” explains Carol (voiced by James Gandolfini) – a shy but smart behemoth of a Wild Thing who’s prone to destructive outbursts of jealousy and rage. Rather like Max himself, you might think.

Elsewhere, little details that have appeared in the “real” world are replicated here – Max’s make-shift bedroom fort becomes a reality on the Wild Things island, a mud-fight which ends in tears echoes the snowball fight earlier in the film, and comments levied at Max by his mother (“This is not acceptable behaviour, you’re out of control,”) are repeated almost word for word by Max himself. In fact, much of Where The Wild Things Are is about a boy learning to assert control of his own emotions.

Evidently, the tone and feel of the film is some distance from traditional kid’s movie fare. Jonze has mentioned that among the inspirations for the film’s dialogue were John Cassavetes’ movies – and perhaps this accounts for some of the uncomfortable emotional intensity in the film’s opening sequence back home. On the Wild Things island, Jonze and regular cinematographer Lance Accord shift into an expressionistic, dream-like tone, as if trying to replica/te the subconscious world of Max’s imagination. It’s a bit shoegazey.

The narrative moves in fits and starts, rather like the wandering attention span of a 9-year-old boy. One minute, he’s deeply focussed on building a fort, the next he gets distracted by two talking owls. Some sequences, of the Wild Things racing through forests while light streams through the canopy above and sun spots flare on the camera lens, might even resemble a Terrence Malick film. With monsters. Other signs that this is not for kids include a rambunctious and freewheeling soundtrack by a former girlfriend of Jonze, Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ singer Karen O.

Certainly, you could be forgiven for asking whether this is even a film for children; rather, I think, it’s a film that evokes the trauma, exhilaration and frustrated mixed-up emotions of being a child. Catherine Keener – who appeared in Being John Malkovich and Where The Wild Things Are – recently told The New York Times a story about her 10 year-old son, who asked her why Jonze didn’t live with his folks; apparently the boy didn’t realise Jonze was an adult. In some respects, Jonze is the geek who never grew up: and with Where The Wild Things Are, he reminds us that the simple pleasure of childhood is running around and screaming with abandon.

MICHAEL BONNER

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Pearl Jam to headline next Hard Rock Calling festival

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Pearl Jam are the first headliners to be announced for next June's Hard Rock Calling festival in London's Hyde Park. Eddie Vedder and co. will play the park on June 25, the first of three nights for Hard Rock Calling. The other two headliners and full supporting bill are still to be unveiled. Bruc...

Pearl Jam are the first headliners to be announced for next June’s Hard Rock Calling festival in London’s Hyde Park.

Eddie Vedder and co. will play the park on June 25, the first of three nights for Hard Rock Calling. The other two headliners and full supporting bill are still to be unveiled.

Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band, Neil Young and The Killers topped the bill at the 2009 event.

Tickets for the 2010 event go on pre-sale on Thursday (December 10) at 9am, and on general sale from Friday (December 11) from hardrockcalling.co.uk

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Weezer cancel US tour after Rivers Cuomo hurt in road accident

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Weezer front man Rivers Cuomo, has suffered minor injuries, after the band's tour bus crashed in New York on Sunday (December 6). Weezer's US tour promoting new album Ratitude has now been cancelled, after the bus slid on ice and fell into a roadside ditch, travelling between Toronto and Boston. T...

Weezer front man Rivers Cuomo, has suffered minor injuries, after the band’s tour bus crashed in New York on Sunday (December 6).

Weezer‘s US tour promoting new album Ratitude has now been cancelled, after the bus slid on ice and fell into a roadside ditch, travelling between Toronto and Boston.

The band’s website states: “While the bus did indeed go off the road, plunging about 8-10 vertical feet into a muddy ravine off to the right of the Thruway thus coming to a very abrupt stop, it did not flip or roll.”

Cuomo is thought to have suspected cracked ribs.

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The Limits Of Control

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THE LIMITS OF CONTROL Directed by Jim Jarmusch Starring Isaach De Bankolé, Tilda Swinton *** Near the start of Jim Jarmusch’s understated study of impermanence, the Lone Man (Isaach De Bankolé) encounters the Blonde (Tilda Swinton). The Lone Man is a creature of routine, and sits at his usu...
  • THE LIMITS OF CONTROL
  • Directed by Jim Jarmusch
  • Starring Isaach De Bankolé, Tilda Swinton

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Near the start of Jim Jarmusch’s understated study of impermanence, the Lone Man (Isaach De Bankolé) encounters the Blonde (Tilda Swinton). The Lone Man is a creature of routine, and sits at his usual table, drinking two espressos. He listens while The Blonde (in white wig and cowboy hat) talks airily about cinema. “The best films are like dreams you’re never sure you’ve really had,” she says. And, “Sometimes I like it in films when people just sit there not saying anything.”

So, yes, there is a lot of dreaminess, and a lot of silent sitting in The Limits of Control. Roughly speaking, it is about a hitman awaiting further instruction, and receiving it in coded messages from various oddballs (John Hurt’s Guitar, Gael Garcia Bernal’s Mexican), while resisting the temptations of Paz de la Huerta’s Nude (whose role consists of being naked and discussing Schubert).

Plot isn’t in it. This is an essay in style, in which a great American director is transplanted to Southern Spain. The effect is akin to Pulp Fiction remade by Yasujiro Ozu. (Though, truly, Tarantino is like Jarmusch, gorging on space dust.)

ALASTAIR McKAY

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Jack Rose 1971-2009

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Awful news over the weekend: the wonderful guitarist, Jack Rose, died of a heart attack on Saturday. Of all the adventurous new American primitives who’ve emerged in the past decade, it’d be just to call Rose the most talented of them all; a warm, intuitive and truly inspired player who dissolved the lines between traditional and experimental music. The easy reference for Rose’s playing was always John Fahey, as it has been for so many of his contemporaries. Unlike a good few of them, however, Rose’s knowledge extended far beyond the Takoma School, deep into the hinterlands of American roots music. He didn’t learn this music entirely second-hand, from the likes of Fahey; he had a historian’s passion and understanding for pre-war American music, and could re-invigorate it with a spirit that never seemed hokey or nostalgic. Rose also, though, had a real gift for the drones and shifting textures of the avant-garde. When he combined this frequently ominous science with the downhome feel of his playing, the results were often extraordinary; not least in his earlier records as part of Pelt. The last time I wrote about him here, around the time of his great jam with The Black Twig Pickers, I quoted something I’d read from him in a copy of Yeti. “We’re not dabbling with folk forms trying to make them contemporary or psychedelic,” he said. “We can actually play our instruments without the ‘free folk’ label, which I think lots of other musicians use to cover up their lack of musical skill. Plus, we swing like a motherfucker.” As I write, I’m playing Rose’s last album, “Luck In The Valley”, his first for Thrill Jockey and due out early next year, which palpably bears this out. Although it could be a form of mourning to think of it this way, it really does sound like as good a record as he ever made, right up there with “Kensington Blues” and “Raag Manifestos”: an effortless combination of rattly, shitkicking old-time sessions (often in the company of the Black Twig Pickers again), interspersed with fluid, concentrated and staggeringly beautiful solo pieces. Our condolences, obviously, go out to his family and friends. As a lover of his music, it’s a terrible loss; for those close to him, the impact must be incalculably greater

Awful news over the weekend: the wonderful guitarist, Jack Rose, died of a heart attack on Saturday. Of all the adventurous new American primitives who’ve emerged in the past decade, it’d be just to call Rose the most talented of them all; a warm, intuitive and truly inspired player who dissolved the lines between traditional and experimental music.

New York Rock n Roll Hall Of Fame Annex To Close

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The Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame's New York annex, which has showcased rare items from artists such as The Beatles, Michael Jackson and The Rolling Stones, is to close its doors next month (Jan 3, 2010), just a year after it first opened in the Big Apple. A statement on the venue's official website...

The Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame‘s New York annex, which has showcased rare items from artists such as The Beatles, Michael Jackson and The Rolling Stones, is to close its doors next month (Jan 3, 2010), just a year after it first opened in the Big Apple.

A statement on the venue’s official website rockannex.com added: “The Rock Annex is exploring opportunities for a tour that would bring exclusive artifacts to music fans and rock enthusiasts around the world.

“Fans have just one more month to experience the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Annex NYC, showcasing rare artifacts from legendary artists including Springsteen, The Beatles, Bob Dylan, The Rolling Stones, Michael Jackson and its featured exhibit, ‘John Lennon: The New York City Years’.”

The John Lennon exhibition included many artifacts from his life in New York, including a paper bag containing the bloody clothes from the night he was shot dead, photographs, musical instruments, handwritten lyrics and artwork.

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Ask Yardbird Jeff Beck your questions!

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As Jeff Beck prepares for a couple of super-concerts with his old sparring partner, Eric Clapton, at London's O2 Arena, Beck will appear in Uncut as part of our regular "Audience With" feature. So, is there anything you've always wanted to ask the guitar hero? Did he really audition for The Rolling Stones? What are his memories of playing with The Yardbirds? And how on earth did he end up appearing in Twins with Arnold Schwarzenegger? Send your questions to us by Friday, December 11 to uncutaudiencewith@ipcmedia.com The best questions, and Beck's answers will be published in a future edition of Uncut magazine. Please include your name and location with your question! Latest music and film news on Uncut.co.uk

As Jeff Beck prepares for a couple of super-concerts with his old sparring partner, Eric Clapton, at London’s O2 Arena, Beck will appear in Uncut as part of our regular “Audience With” feature.

So, is there anything you’ve always wanted to ask the guitar hero?

Did he really audition for The Rolling Stones?

What are his memories of playing with The Yardbirds?

And how on earth did he end up appearing in Twins with Arnold Schwarzenegger?

Send your questions to us by Friday, December 11 to uncutaudiencewith@ipcmedia.com

The best questions, and Beck’s answers will be published in a future edition of Uncut magazine. Please include your name and location with your question!

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Deer Tick, Megafaun: Club Uncut, London Borderline, December 1 2009

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Because, as I have just had pointed out to me, I have foolishly mistakenly read their name as MegaFUN, when the three members of MegaFAUN hove into view, led by a large bearded man with a banjo and a big grin, I somewhat feared they would prove to be relentlessly hearty, the distressing musical equivalent of bouncy castles, red noses, playground japes, a particularly unwelcome wackiness. The kind of jollity, in other words, that makes you want to run screaming from its larkish presence. Such bleak preconceptions are thankfully put to rest almost immediately, with the opening song, “Kaufmann’s Ballad”, banjo-led, but hardly the gurning knees-up I had for a moment expected. Gorgeous three-part harmonies are quickly to the fore, inevitably bringing to mind vintage CSN and, more latterly, I suppose, Fleet Foxes. The song unfolds at a singular pace, its momentum at times apparently suspended, unhurried to the point of walking backwards. What follows is pretty much equally captivating, a beguiling melange of usually unexpected things. The overriding impression, though, crudely put, is a mix of the rustic and vaguely experimental, resulting in a kind of hillbilly prog rock on a song called “Impressions Of the Past”, which starts with creamy, sun-kissed harmonies and ends up sounding like something not too far removed from Alice Cooper’s prog-epic, “Halo Of Flies”. They used to be, of course, in a previous incarnation, called De Yarmond Edison, which consisted of the present trio, plus Bon Iver’s Justin Vernon. With Vernon’s departure in 2006, they relocated from their native Wisconsin to North Carolina, immersing themselves along the way in the myriad musical traditions you can hear in their music tonight. These range from Appalachian porch-front harmonies, to white-noise improvisations, by way of stupendous drummer Joe Westerlund’s fondness for skittering African and South American rhythms. If Megafun briefly confound, you know where you are from the off with Deer Tick. As the band plug in, what can safely be predicted from the appearance alone of John Jospeh MCauley III - who with his tattoos, George Thoroughgood & The Destroyers T-shirt looks like he’s just wandered off the set of My Name Is Earl - is that a certain rock’n’roll rowdiness is about to ensue. And it does, spectacularly. There’s a bit of instrumental throat-clearing, feedback, drum rolls, McCauley takes a quick gulp from a small bottle of Jack Daniel’s and they’re off into a scalding take on Bo Diddley’s immortal “Who Do You Love?”, a perfect point of departure, things taking off from here, what follows mostly breathlessly exciting, noisy and raw. In his recent Uncut Americana Album Of the Month review of the band’s new album, Born On Flag Day, Rob Hughes several times compared Deer Tick to Green On Red. Rob had a point, in that a lot of McCauley’s songs look at the world and the things that happen in it from the aspect of life’s long-suffering losers, bar-dogs and whiskey-soaked dreamers. Tonight’s more immediate reference points, though, are perhaps those legends of American roots rock, The Blasters, with powerful hints, too, of the reckless abandon of The Replacements. McCauley’s songs have something in common with both Dave Alvin’s stripped-down blue-collar narratives and Paul Westerberg’s hoarse lyricism, wry fatalism and defiant holler, while the band make a noise comparable to The Blasters’ lean rockabilly ferocity and The Replacements’ raging howl. On a couple of occasions, when things get really out of hand, I’m also thrillingly reminded of the unfettered gusto of a rock’n’roll hellion like Joe “King” Carrasco, who mixed similar elements of 60’s garage rock, Chuck Berry, Texas twang, vintage R&B, cantina blues and a taste for colourful mayhem. On more reflective numbers like “Hell On Earth”, you may also hear a bit of Joe Ely or Butch Hancock, which makes you think Deer Tick must’ve grown up in Lubbock, or somewhere like it, when in fact they originally from Providence, Rhode Island. Of the songs from Born On Flag Day they play tonight, the stand-out is the album’s killer opening track, “Easy”, an absolute stone classic they should never be allowed to drop from their repertoire, however many more great songs they go on to write. The last couple of minutes are so electrifying it may have struck you that its hurtling momentum might only be stopped by a road block or machine gun fire, probably both, with air support very likely a necessary option. They end with another roaring cover, this time a stupendous version of The Replacements’ “Can’t Hardly Wait”, which in terms of wishing them a speedy return is just about how I feel. Tremendous, and then some.

Because, as I have just had pointed out to me, I have foolishly mistakenly read their name as MegaFUN, when the three members of MegaFAUN hove into view, led by a large bearded man with a banjo and a big grin, I somewhat feared they would prove to be relentlessly hearty, the distressing musical equivalent of bouncy castles, red noses, playground japes, a particularly unwelcome wackiness. The kind of jollity, in other words, that makes you want to run screaming from its larkish presence.

Watch: A New Leonard Cohen Song

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A bit caught up today, not least with having to write the Wild Mercury Sound column for the next issue of Uncut. But in the meantime, here's something pretty great we found yesterday: Leonard Cohen working through a new song, "The Darkness", at an outdoor soundcheck in Venice. Reminds me, after a couple of listens, of a more sinister "Tower Of Song". As with the UK shows last year, the band sound superb. The bells of St Mark's are a nice touch, too... [youtube]Qr7jptm02N4[/youtube]

A bit caught up today, not least with having to write the Wild Mercury Sound column for the next issue of Uncut. But in the meantime, here’s something pretty great we found yesterday: Leonard Cohen working through a new song, “The Darkness”, at an outdoor soundcheck in Venice.

Hot Chip: “One Life Stand”

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Just had a quick read of the blog on Hot Chip’s “Made In The Dark”, to make sure I don’t repeat too many points on this one about “One Life Stand”; endless stuff about the paralysing insidiousness of many of their songs, and so on. It did remind me, though, of how little I’ve actually played that album in the interim – maybe the most accurate thing in there is the line, “I must admit that, right now, this grittier strategy isn’t working for me quite as well as the softer touch of 'The Warning'." And it served to show up the differences between “Made In The Dark” and this immediately terrific follow-up. Where Hot Chip’s third album often sought to be a bit rougher, less cute, “One Life Stand” is generally clean, sleek and poignant even at its most exhilarating. The self-conscious quirks now seem to have matured into mellower English eccentricities, but the cosmopolitan understanding of dance music has never been stronger, from the elegantly pounding “Thieves In The Night” onwards. “Thieves In The Night” also serves as a useful reminder of how different Hot Chip are from the flurry of electro revivalists who’ve emerged, often quite successfully, in the past year or so. Unlike most of those artists, Hot Chip could never have existed in, say, 1984: this is music that’s fundamentally rooted in the evolving techno and house music of the past two decades. Listening to “I Feel Better”, mind, it might just have existed in 1988, since its string stabs make it a dead ringer for Kevin Saunderson/Inner City’s “Good Life”, albeit a sage and austere version of “Good Life”, with some very 21st Century mucking about on Autotune on Alexis Taylor and Joe Goddard’s vocals. Along with “Hand Me Down Your Love”, “Thieves In The Night” and “I Feel Better” make for a memorably superb opening sequence to “One Life Stand”, climaxing in the title track. Perhaps the strongest Hot Chip track since “Over And Over”, it’s a masterclass in the band’s key skills: meticulous, pulsating contemporary dance music, with a vulnerable and catchy gem of a song at its core. This one appears to be a touching paean to monogamy from Taylor, features the odd ripple of steel drums (a recurrent detail on the album) and some strenuous beats from Charles Hayward of This Heat. As the chorus hoves into view for the first time, there’s a superb melodic swerve, prompted by a ghostly, repeated Goddard call of “Keep on” and some stringy, Chic-style rhythm guitar. Great song. The middle of the album (a tighter and more economic package than “Made In The Dark”) is gradually mellower, with the self-explanatory “Slush” at its core. Initially, Taylor’s Sunday School hymnal seems a little too wet, but there’s an epiphany towards the end, when the steel drums move the song into a hazy, revelatory coda that just conceivably points up the band’s affinity with Robert Wyatt (if memory serves, Taylor wrote the press biog for Domino that accompanied “Comicopera”). A certain noble profligacy with great tunes recurs again and again: “Alleycat” starts nicely enough, before eventually switching to a gorgeous immersive melodic battle between Goddard and Taylor. And the classy musical touches are just as pronounced: the tenderly pumping “We Have Love”, minus vocals, could conceivably sit on one of Kompakt’s “Pop Ambient” comps, perhaps. As “Take It In” keeps yet another gorgeous vocal melody cycling round and round, the thought even occurs that this might be Hot Chip’s best album. See if we’re still playing this one in two years, I suppose.

Just had a quick read of the blog on Hot Chip’s “Made In The Dark”, to make sure I don’t repeat too many points on this one about “One Life Stand”; endless stuff about the paralysing insidiousness of many of their songs, and so on.

The 44th Uncut Playlist Of 2009

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More 2010 goodness this week, kicking off with the fierce new jams from Voice Of The Seven Woods, newly renamed. A glut of stoner spacerock here, actually, with the new White Hills album and a real find, Carlton Melton (thanks, Simon), who record in a geodesic dome in Mendocino County. Retribution Gospel Choir is Alan Sparhawk from Low, by the way. Liking the fresh Jack Rose and this new guy on Warp, Gonjasufi, too… 1 Voice Of The Seven Thunders – Voice Of The Seven Thunders (Tchantinler) 2 Animal Collective – Fall Be Kind (Domino) 3 Liars – Sisterworld (Mute) 4 Retribution Gospel Choir – 2 (Sub Pop) 5 Fred Bigot – Mono/Stereo (Holy Mountain) 6 Grizzly Bear – Cheerleader (Neon Indian Studio 6669 Mix) (Warp) 7 Sky Ferreira – Happy Dre (Myspace) 8 Carlton Melton – When You’re In (http://www.myspace.com/carltonmelton) 9 Cluster – Qua (Klangbad/Broken Silence) 10 Robert AA Lowe & Rose Lazar – Eclipses (Thrill Jockey) 11 Jack Rose – Luck In The Valley (Thrill Jockey) 12 White Hills – White Hills (Thrill Jockey) 13 Massive Attack – Heligoland (Virgin) 14 Caitlin Rose – Dead Flowers (Names) 15 Lucas Renney – Songs From Strange Glory (Brille) 16 Various Artists – Face A Frowning World: An EC Ball Memorial Album (Tompkins Square) 17 Four Tet – There Is Love In You (Domino) 18 Gonjasufi – A Sufi And A Killer (Warp)

More 2010 goodness this week, kicking off with the fierce new jams from Voice Of The Seven Woods, newly renamed. A glut of stoner spacerock here, actually, with the new White Hills album and a real find, Carlton Melton (thanks, Simon), who record in a geodesic dome in Mendocino County.

Uncut’s Albums of the Decade: Part three – The Top 50!

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Over the past 10 years, the musical landscape - and especially the ways in which we receive and listen to music - have been transformed at a pace few of us could have predicted. The musical cultures Uncut treasures, however, have continued to flourish. Indeed, some of our more obscure favourites, like Brightblack Morning Light or Lift To Experience, are now as available as a Dylan album; just a click away. To that end, Uncut's 150 is unashamedly a specialist's list, since it's easier than ever before to become a specialist. There are no concessions to eclecticism or commerce, just 150 LPs that have defined the tastes of Uncut's staff and, we hope, those of our readers. Fifteen of them appear on this month's free CD. Here they come, followed by an interview with the man who bestrides the 150 - and the decade - like a candycane-striped colossus... Uncut's Albums of the Decade: The top 50: 50 Cat Power The Greatest MATADOR 2006 You could perhaps forgive Chan Marshall for a moment of understandable hubris with her album title. After six previous studio albums since she began performing as Cat Power in 1995, Marshall hit a career high with this warm collection of country soul songs, recorded with The Memphis Rhythm Band. Indeed, the woozy soul of Al Green or Otis Redding were key reference points for The Greatest, and provided a perfect fit for Marshall's smoky, melancholic voice. 49 PJ HARVEY Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea ISLAND 2000 Polly Harvey's wilful vacillations between commercial and more 'difficult' albums made for an occasionally bumpy ride through the decade. But she began it with this accessible high watermark, which mixed pounding and dramatic songs referencing her new home, New York (and aligning her more than ever to Patti Smith) with more meditative material alluding to her Dorset roots. Mick Harvey and Rob Ellis co-produced, while Thom Yorke contributed to a duet, and Harvey would not come so close to the mainstream again in the Noughties. 48 RY COODER Ch vez Ravine NONESUCH 2005 Cooder's first solo album in two decades was a hymn of love to the district of East Los Angeles that was bulldozed to make way for real estate and a baseball stadium. With the help of Little Willie G of the Three Midniters, Lalo Guerrero and Don Tosti, Cooder delivered a thrilling soundtrack to his nourishing retelling of the story of the area. It was a brilliant conceit, and never more affecting than on "Corrido de Boxeo", with Flaco Jim‚nez's accordion offering melancholy backing to Guerrero's plaintive vocal. 47 The National Alligator BEGGARS BANQUET 2005 The National appeared out of step with much of the post-Strokes New York scene. These were not skinny hipsters with a taste for angular rock; rather they held to a more sophisticated sensibility, closer, perhaps, to Leonard Cohen. This, their third album, had a lush, hungover ambience, while Matt Berninger's lyrics - subjects: heartbreak and remorse - gave the songs a wasted elegance. 46 DRIVE-BY TRUCKERS Southern Rock Opera Soul Dump, 2001/Lost Highway, 2002 A hugely ambitious, triumphantly realised double concept LP, which the group recorded by raising funds from fans. DBTs' keystone influence, Lynyrd Skynyrd, are cast as the tragic stars of a sprawling narrative which Patterson Hood summarised as "the duality of the Southern thing": the struggle for the South's soul between its generosity and its bigotry. George Wallace, Ronnie Van Zandt and the Devil jostled on the lyric sheet, and it rocked monumentally. 45 SOLOMON BURKE Don't Give Up On Me ANTI 2002 The premise was ridiculously simple: provide the rotund soul legend with songs from the likes of Bob Dylan, Brian Wilson, Tom Waits, Van Morrison, Nick Lowe and Elvis Costello; surround him with skilled, simp tico musicians; press "record" and let it happen. Cut in just four days by producer Joe Henry, Burke's comeback LP set the template for a succession of reclamation projects that paired veteran artists with handpicked material. Warm, immediate and utterly free of artifice, these performances brought a human heartbeat to the oscillating ones and zeros of the Pro Tools era. 44 The Libertines Up The Bracket ROUGH TRADE 2002 A very English affair, this. Written while Pete Doherty and Carl Barƒt were living in a Bethnal Green squat (dubbed "The Albion Rooms"), The Libertines' debut offered an invigorating, if grimy, snapshot of London (low) life, referencing the Small Faces and The Clash (it was produced by Mick Jones), Tony Hancock, even Chas And Dave. It positioned the band as the UK equivalent to The Strokes; while its influence on the Arctic Monkeys (down through to innumerable urchins wielding guitars) proved considerable. 43 THE STREETS Original Pirate Material 679 2002 Late night kebabs, clubs, double "marlons"... Mike Skinner's debut opened up a twilight world that was part Craig David, but also part Only Fools And Horses. Hapless, struggling, our producer/MC hero revealed private gripes to us (witness "Lee Satchell you bastard, stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers!") and inadvertently created one of the most original British debuts in years. 42 Richmond Fontaine Post To Wire EL CORTEZ/D‚COR 2004 Richmond Fontaine's fifth album was a fractured narrative about disconsolate souls driven to the dark margins of American life, where desperation lurks unchecked. While there was nothing especially radical about the group's well-played country rock, what astonished here was the literary quality of Willy Vlautin's songwriting, which owed as much to heavyweights of American fiction like Raymond Carver and Denis Johnson as it did to Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen and Tom Waits. 41 BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN Magic Columbia 2007 Springsteen's first album with the E Street Band since 2002's The Rising was a minor consolation of America's turbulent early 21st Century. His most explicitly political - and, not coincidentally, his angriest - album bristled with articulate invective. However, for all the essential mourning and reproach of Magic, its most enduring tracks were its least characteristic: the Beach Boys-sing-Spector pop wallop "Girls In Their Summer Clothes", and the joyous, revivalist call to arms "Long Walk Home". 40 Boards of Canada Geogaddi WARP 2002 If Michael and Marcus Sandison's 1998 Boards Of Canada debut Music Has The Right To Children was a comforting evocation of childhood, then the Scottish duo's follow-up, Geogaddi, seemed about the encroachment of the adult world - and came infused with a sense of tension and anxiety. The bubbling electronic soundscapes were over (or in some cases under)-laid by disorientating vocal snippets, while references to sacred geometry ("The Devil Is In The Detail") and David Koresh's Branch Davidians ("1969") only compounded the prevailing sense of unease. 39 VAMPIRE WEEKEND Vampire Weekend XL 2008 With his wit and education, it was easy to imagine Ezra Koenig being accepted in most places. But rock'n'roll? Really? As it was, Koenig's preppy vignettes ("Louis Vuitton/With your mother/On a sandy lawn") saw these Ivy League New Yorkers shine as individuals, and not try to fit in. Charming and tuneful, this assured debut mapped out a Hamptons of the mind, all sockless loafers and Paul Simon: a great place to visit, assuredly. 38 Ryan Adams Gold Lost Highway 2001 The follow-up to 2000's Heartbreaker, a benchmark of lachrymose Americana, Gold was a boldly ambitious double-album that cast Adams as heir to just about everyone in the rock pantheon who'd inspired him, with echoes therefore of Bob Dylan, Neil Young, the Stones and Gram Parsons. It should have made him a star. But drugs, public tantrums and a pointless spat with his record company turned his career into a car crash from which it never properly recovered. 37 THE RACONTEURS Broken Boy Soldiers XL 2006 The White Stripes' gameplan had been reiterated with such clarity that the arrival of The Raconteurs provided a jolting shock. Here was Jack White breaking his red, white and black dress code, adding a bass, of all things, and collaborating with another singer-songwriter, Brendan Benson. Happily, the results were superb, showing that White's gifts were not diminished when transferred to a more conventional set-up. The White Stripes, it transpired, were only one string to his impressive bow. 36 JOHNNY CASH American IV: The Man Comes Around AMERICAN 2002 The fourth Rick Rubin link-up betrayed the distance between Cash and his producer, with some peculiar covers - "Danny Boy", "We'll Meet Again" - but its high points matched anything in the American Recordings series. The title track, a Cash original, was bold and boastful, but the standout was Trent Reznor's "Hurt", which Cash turned from druggy self-pity into a powerful celebration of a lifetime fighting pain, literal and metaphorical. 35 WILCO Yankee Hotel Foxtrot NONESUCH 2002 Jeff Tweedy and Wilco exited the decade in considerably better shape than they'd entered it. As the Noughties drew to a close, they had released a pair of albums - 2007's Sky Blue Sky and this year's Wilco (the album) - that found them settling into a mellow, mature sound, bordering on '70s soft rock - perhaps a sign that the band had come to terms with their fractious past. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, however, was a testament to the kind of traumas the band were experiencing at the start of the decade. The finished album itself was the subject of bitter dispute between band and record company, which almost left it unreleased, and the recording sessions were painfully fraught. As vividly captured in the documentary I Am Trying To Break Your Heart, a power struggle took place between Tweedy and multi-instrumentalist Jay Bennett, with Tweedy increasingly falling under the influence of his Loose Fur collaborator - and celebrated sonic experimentalist - Jim O'Rourke. The addition of drummer Glenn Kotche also added a new dimension to the Wilco sound. These tensions forced Bennett out of the band, but they didn't harm the record. Tweedy's unerring ear for melody remained untouched, but the break from his alt.country roots in Tupelo was now complete. (Odd, really, since he had recently been touring in support of 2000's Mermaid Avenue Vol II, where he supplied music for new-found Woody Guthrie lyrics). And while Wilco's alt.country sound was broadened to include dashes of Krautrock and psychedelic flourishes, the key to Yankee Hotel Foxtrot was indisputably the power of Tweedy's songwriting. The bruised patriotism of "Ashes Of American Flags" was a career highlight. Along with "War On War", it seemed prescient by the time the album was released. But Tweedy's reservations stretched into romance, too, and the song, "I Am Trying To Break Your Heart", was a bleak, and cruel, testament to his emotional ambiguity. But one of the best songs here was also one of the lightest: on "Heavy Metal Drummer", Tweedy looked back to his teens, watching bad bands getting girls. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot marked a career rebirth, but Tweedy was made for more complex things. For the encore - 2004's A Ghost Is Born - he took even greater risks. 34 BON IVER For Emma, Forever Ago 4AD 2008 Initial coverage of Justin Vernon's solo debut fixated on its genesis in a snow-bound Wisconsin hunting lodge, so much so that the record was soon mocked as much as it was applauded. Nearly two years on, its qualities remained striking, from the way Vernon scored his allusive lyrics with meticulously adjusted indie-folk, to how the album seemed to exist so securely in its own world. A hearteningly original take on the end of an affair, and what comes after. 33 ANIMAL COLLECTIVE Merriweather Post Pavilion DOMINO 2009 This band epitomise a peculiarly frenzied kind of Noughties music-making, all overlapping projects and evolving sounds where the boundaries between rock, folk and dance are so amorphous as to be irrelevant. Their eighth album since 2000 - alongside sundry solo projects, notably Panda Bear's marvellous Person Pitch (2007) - MPP represented a culmination of their sound: where the experimental became anthemic, and childlike sentiments were universal ecstasies. 32 CALEXICO Feast Of Wire CITY SLANG 2002 Joey Burns and John Convertino had long been masters at conjuring a sense of place - with Feast Of Wire, they filled their widescreen landscapes with credible, three dimensional characters. A blend of ancient and modern, here alien electronic burbling met swooning pedal steel, as if Radiohead had inexplicably "gone Ry Cooder". In the middle of it all were ordinary people, for the most part just trying to make a living. 31 MY MORNING JACKET It Still Moves ATCO 2003 There were plenty of songs to be heard during the 70-odd minutes of It Still Moves. Mainly, though, there was the sound of an incredible, tuneful country-rock band thrillingly going through its paces. Focused on the reverberating vocals of Jim James, this major label debut was big in every sense but the commercial - an urge to rectify that means we might never hear rock'n'roll quite so innocent as this from them again. 30 SUFJAN STEVENS Illinois Rough Trade 2005 From the first bars of "Concerning The UFO Sighting Near Highland, Ilinois..." it was clear that the second instalment in Stevens' 50 State Project represented a major improvement, both in sound and scale. This was precious music: meticulously observed, and beautifully framed by Stevens' (almost) one-man, lo-fi orchestra. The Avalanche, the album of outtakes that followed in 2006, was nearly as impressive, proving that here was a musician liberated, rather than limited, by those self-imposed boundaries. 29 NEIL YOUNG Chrome Dreams II REPRISE 2007 If most of Young's recent albums felt like tightly defined projects, his best album of the decade was a sprawling, multi-faceted beast. Notionally a sequel to 1977's unreleased Chrome Dreams, it ranged across styles from raw garage, via country, to gargantuan rock-outs. Songs shelved in the '80s saw the light (notably the 18-minute "Ordinary People") alongside some potent new ones; on his 2008 tour, the molten jam of "No Hidden Path" stood out among classics written decades earlier. 28 QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE Songs For The Deaf UNIVERSAL 2002 Josh Homme's band prides itself on being a continuum - people come, people go, Queens Of The Stone Age abide. Here, incoming personnel including Dave Grohl and Mark Lanegan helped create a modern rock masterpiece. Conceived as a kind of fantasy Los Angeles radio show, Songs... had a dark purpose in its programming: here were heavy riffs, timeless torments, and at least one "stealth polka". 27 The Hold Steady Boys And Girls In America full time hobby 2007 The Hold Steady's barnstorming third album confirmed Craig Finn as a sharp-eyed documentarian of America's teenage wasteland, through which recurring characters moved, restless and ruined, rock music their only salvation. Musically, The Hold Steady were a bracing mix of Springsteen's thunder, The Attractions' kinetic versatility and crunching riffs, unfashionably plundered from AC/DC and Thin Lizzy. The result was a visionary testament to rock'n'roll's uniquely redemptive powers. 26 LAMBCHOP Nixon CITY SLANG 2000 Marvellous as many of them are, it is Kurt Wagner and Lambchop's ongoing curse that their fifth album somewhat dwarfs its consciously smaller-scale successors. Nixon was the moment when the Nashville collective's idiosyncratic and often discreet fusion of Southern music forms reached its zenith, where their country-soul stepped onto a bigger stage. Exhibit A: "Up With People", an archly rousing showstopper that even, briefly, threatened to turn this self-deprecating bunch into pop stars. 25 RADIOHEAD Kid A PARLOPHONE 2000 The millennium came and went, but Radiohead remained as tense as ever. As did some of Kid A's listeners. No guitars? No drums? What exactly was this? A longer perspective on the album proves it to have been a way out of the complex rock music the band had built. Constructed as a palace, it had become a prison - Kid A, with its new textures, weird tunes, and biting lyrics dug a tunnel out. 24 ARCTIC MONKEYS Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not DOMINO 2006 Initially, the Arctic Monkeys were hyped as the first band with a career launched online. If the means of dissemination was modern, however, the Monkeys soon revealed themselves to be a hearteningly traditional British rock band with this, Uncut's favourite UK debut of the decade. Young, chippy, dynamic and with, in Alex Turner, a lyricist of uncommon wit and precision, the Monkeys sat moodily, but fittingly, in the great tradition of The Jam, The Smiths and The Libertines. Soon enough, though, they would be plotting their escape. 23 BETH GIBBONS & RUSTIN MAN Out Of Season Go! 2002 A fragile, seductive and defiantly autumnal record, Out Of Season - the alliance of Portishead's Beth Gibbons and former Talk Talk bassist Paul Webb - was a welcome surprise on release in late 2002. Its lyrical concerns of love, loss and helpless dependence mirrored Gibbons' earlier work, but from elegant lead-off single "Tom The Model" onwards, the orchestration eschewed samples and beats for hushed folkish picking and jazz inflections, recalling, variously, Nina Simone, Nick Drake and pre-Mac Christine McVie. 22 BLUR Think Tank EMI 2003 It's hard for a band to recover from the departure of one of their key members, but Blur made a virtue out of guitarist Graham Coxon's exit early in the sessions for this, their final album to date. Expanding their musical template (helped, no doubt, by Damon Albarn's successes with Gorillaz and Mali Music and the decision to record Think Tank in Morocco), the result was a graceful and mature record, from the warm, Arabic vibe of "Caravan" to the beautiful pop of "Out Of Time". The closing "Battery In Your Leg", meanwhile, provided a moving epitaph for the band. 21 JOANNA NEWSOM Ys DRAG CITY 2006 This singing harpist from Nevada City, California, arrived in 2004 with The Milk-Eyed Mender, a collection of uncanny nursery-rhymes that aligned her to the nascent freak-folk movement of the time. Her second album, though, proved substantially more ambitious: a cycle of five lengthy and verbose songs, where her cascading imagery and harp-playing were augmented by grand orchestral arrangements courtesy of Van Dyke Parks. The result? A ravishing fantasia that could be compared with one of Newsom's obvious antecedents, Kate Bush. 20 AMY WINEHOUSE Back To Black Island 2006 Forget the headlines, the hairdo, the ex-husband: it was Amy Winehouse's excellent second album that made her a star. At once comfortably familiar (thanks to co-producer Mark Ronson's warm, knowing retro-soul flourishes) and dangerously confessional (her explicit, diaristic lyrics), it felt like an "instant classic" on release, and soon launched a slew of less-talented copyists. None of whom were capable of singing - or indeed writing - songs as exquisitely melancholy as the title track, or the perfect torch song "Love Is A Losing Game". 19 BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN The Rising COLUMBIA 2002 Springsteen's response to 9/11 reunited him with the E Street Band to thrilling effect, and gave him his biggest seller since 1987's Tunnel Of Love. Some of the songs predated the attack on the Twin Towers - "My City Of Ruins" actually celebrated Asbury Park - but they were given sharp new focus by their changed context. "Waitin' On A Sunny Day" in particular was made suddenly ominous. Springsteen's response was a positive rallying call, at its strongest on the hymn-like anthem "Into The Fire". 18 Kate Bush Aerial EMI 2005 We have, since 1985's Hounds of Love, become accustomed to Kate Bush spending the best part of a decade on each album - expensively recorded, with crack session musicians and state-of-the-art technology. But Aerial, on its release in 2005, seemed particularly lavish. Bush is one of a dwindling number of major-label artists given free rein and a huge studio budget to pursue their own singular artistic vision; unlike most other artists indulged in this way, she actually used this enormous creative freedom to produce something of interest. Aerial was a 90-minute odyssey, divided into the introspective CD1, 'A Sea Of Honey', and the dreamier, more hedonistic and more electronic-infused CD2, 'A Sky of Honey'. This being Kate Bush, there were moments of high absurdity, though even these managed to be quite beautiful. The lead single, "King Of The Mountain", was a tribute to Elvis which saw her doing her best Shakin' Stevens karaoke routine. "The Painter's Link" and "An Architect's Dream" found Rolf Harris muttering to himself while painting ("a little bit lighter there... maybe with some accents") before duetting with Bush on a gorgeous, string-drenched ballad about art. There was a stately, medieval serenade dedicated to her son, "Bertie"; an ethno drum workout which paid tribute to Joan Of Arc; and a compelling techno ballad about a "sweet, gentle and sensitive" mathematician (in which Ms Bush recited Pi to 115 decimal places). There was a song about a pair of trousers spinning around a washing machine ("Washing machine/Washing machine/slooshy-slooshy-slooshy-slooshy/washing machine"); another featuring the lines "Little brown jug/Don't I love thee/Ho ho ho/Hee hee hee". The last two eccentricities, "Mrs Bartolozzi" and "The Coral Room", were the only solo piano/vocal performances on the record. Many of us might have hoped she would record an entire album like this; but the more lavish tracks, like the ECM-meets-4AD epic "Sunset" or the trancey "Somewhere In Between", were filled with sonic details and textures that rewarded repeated listening. The follow-up, probably due in 2016, should really be something. 17 THE WHITE STRIPES Elephant XL 2003 For their first album to be recorded in the spotlight, Jack and Meg White relocated to London's humble Toerag Studios, where no equipment, legendarily, dated from after 1963. Elephant did not, however, sound like either a 'British' record or a particularly antiquated one. Instead, it was a roaringly ambitious reassertion of the duo's strengths, with White amping up his neurotic, lovelorn persona to the max. A record, too, which taught a generation of non-musicians about the octave pedal - a guitar effect used by White to create the bass-like frequency on the anthemic "Seven Nation Army". 16 LCD SOUNDSYSTEM Sound Of Silver DFA/EMI 2007 James Murphy's DFA label was at the forefront of the disco-punk scene that spread out from Brooklyn to the world in the early Noughties, and Murphy's own vehicle, LCD Soundsystem, had already produced one of the decade's defining singles with 2002's droll hipster rollcall, "Losing My Edge". LCD's second album, however, was his greatest triumph: an electronically thrilling upgrade of Bowie, New Order, Talking Heads and The Fall, given wit and guts thanks to the exquisitely jaded presence of Murphy at its throbbing heart. 15 RADIOHEAD In Rainbows SELF-RELEASED 2007 Much of the hoo-hah surrounding Radiohead's seventh album concerned how you received and paid for it - amusingly, though bowled over by the wine, we somehow fixated on the bottle. Perhaps the album's contents were simply too surprising: a record (or USB stick, or whatever) that provided the fullest realisation yet of the band's paranoid techno and baroque live rock, In Rainbows was beautiful, yes. But it was also strangely groovy, too. 14 PRIMAL SCREAM XTRMNTR CREATION 2002 It's rare that a band's sixth album should be considered their best; but with XTRMNTR, it felt like Primal Scream broke new ground. Moving away from the tired Stones pastiches and junkie millennial blues of their two previous efforts, XTRMTR was fired by a righteous social conscience and a thrilling, anything-is-possible musical agenda that incorporated Krautrock on "Shoot Speed/Kill Light", free jazz on "If They Move, Kill 'Em" (masterminded by My Bloody Valentine's Kevin Shields), "Pills"' scrawny hip hop and the extreme noise of "Accelerator". 13 GILLIAN WELCH Time (The Revelator) ACONY 2001 Welch and partner David Rawlings' third album was recorded in Nashville's historic RCA Studio B, but it was no period piece. From the austere opener, "Revelator", onwards, the combination of Welch's icy vocals, and Rawlings' gnarly, exploratory guitar-work pulled traditional blues, country and folk influences into bold new shapes. Producer T-Bone Burnett kept things simple on the lovely "Elvis Presley Blues", but Welch's ambition was fully-realised on the epic "I Dream A Highway" which betrayed a debt to Neil Young at his most strung-out. 12 PORTISHEAD Third ISLAND 2008 For their first album in 11 years, Adrian Utley, Geoff Barrow and Beth Gibbons upgraded the mournful trip hop of the '90s for something rather more sinister. Third was a shock, and shockingly good - an apocalyptic, uncompromising clash of Krautrock, folk, electronica, even techno, cut through with a sense of foreboding that seemed to soundtrack a world in meltdown. The perfect record for the times, then, and Uncut's Album Of The Year for 2008. 11 THE FLAMING LIPS Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots WARNER BROS 2002 Following 1999's The Soft Bulletin looked daunting for The Flaming Lips, but Yoshimi... - a similarly expansive sci-fi treatise on mortality, war, compassion, the incredible resolve of the human spirit and so on - proved they were up to the challenge. If anything, its high-definition, electronically adjusted psych-pop superseded The Soft Bulletin. And, in "Do You Realize??", the Lips successfully coined an enduring wedding/funeral song for a generation just accepting that they might need something of the kind. 10 FLEET FOXES Fleet Foxes BELLA UNION 2008 Technically Robin Pecknold and the Fleet Foxes originated from Seattle, but many listeners to their debut could've been forgiven for imagining they came from a kind of American Arcadia, such was the bucolic magic summoned up by the 11 tracks. Ostensibly another five bearded indie-rockers with a taste for their parents' folk records, Fleet Foxes effortlessly transcended such a stereotype, thanks to Pecknold's calm gifts of melody and their unwavering, beatific harmonies. 9 Ryan Adams Heartbreaker bloodshot/cooking vinyl 2000 If things had gone differently for him, it could have been Ryan Adams on the cover of this month's Uncut instead of Jack White. Heartbreaker was his first solo album, largely an exquisite collection of charred and tattered songs about a doomed relationship and its bitter aftermath that promised a glorious future for Adams' perfectly nuanced Americana. However, drugs, personal instability and a flair for self-destruction eventually denied him the elevation to rock's pantheon of greats he clearly craved, despite good work still to come on Gold and often underrated albums like Cold Roses and Jacksonville City Nights. 8 Bob Dylan Modern Times SONY 2006 The stately follow-up to "Love And Theft" was less wildly diverse, reflecting for the most part Dylan's abiding passion for Chicago blues, but still traversed disparate musical territories with intuitive panache and graceful aplomb. The sense of whispered foreboding you could sometimes hear on its predecessor was given louder voice here, specifically on the apocalyptic meditations of "Workingman's Blues # 2" and "Ain't Talkin'", which closes with Dylan perhaps fatefully bound for "the last outback, at the world's end". 7 THE ARCADE FIRE Funeral ROUGH TRADE 2005 For an album so explicitly associated with death (at least three members of this Canadian septet suffered bereavement during recording), the Arcade Fire's debut was nonetheless joyously uplifting. Certainly, the cacophony of instruments - accordions, xylophones, violins, horns - gave a ragged ebullience to "Wake Up" and "Rebellion (Lies)", but also added a vivid, textured soundtrack to Win Butler and R‚gine Chassagne's extraordinary vision. Theatrical, intense and ultimately cathartic. 6 Robert Plant and Alison Krauss Raising Sand ROUnder 2007 An album of "dark, sexy Americana" was in every respect the last thing anybody - Jimmy Page, especially, you have to think - expected of Robert Plant. Raising Sand, recorded in Nashville with Grammy-winning bluegrass singer and fiddle player Alison Krauss and producer T-Bone Burnett, was a unilateral triumph, by some distance Plant's best solo work. A regal celebration of the diversity of American roots music, it was also the album that denied the world the Zeppelin reunion it had long demanded, Plant preferring to tour with Krauss and Burnett. 5 THE STROKES Is This It ROUGH TRADE 2001 Occasionally a record comes along that resets the clocks for rock, even if only for a short time. Definitely Maybe was one. Is This It was assuredly another: a joyful, lyrical and intelligent evocation of being young in a pre-9/11 New York City. The album's apparent scruffiness belied the attention to detail beneath. Subtle, groovy and repeatedly rewarding, it didn't just talk the talk, but walked the walk, too. 4 BRIAN WILSON Smile NONESUCH 2004 A mere 37 years behind schedule, Wilson capped his late-career renaissance by finally finishing his magnum opus, confronting a good few of his enduring demons in the process. With Van Dyke Parks and arranger/multi-instrumentalist Darian Sahanaja by his side, Wilson painstakingly stitched his unsteady masterpiece together, and pulled off an unimaginable coup; a historical reconstruction that could satisfy even the most fanatical, bootleg-coveting Beach Boys fan. 3 WILCO A Ghost Is Born NONESUCH 2004 If Wilco's fifth album might now be seen as Jeff Tweedy's last 'troubled' record, it also stands as the highpoint of his storied career. Struggling with an addiction to painkillers, Tweedy and producer Jim O'Rourke steered the band towards an inspired hybrid of rock classicism and leftfield adventure, epitomised by the 11-minute long "Spiders (Kidsmoke)", ostensibly stadium Krautrock. If guitarist Nels Cline had joined in time for the sessions, it might (as 2005's live album, Kicking Television, suggests) have been even better. 2 Bob Dylan "Love And Theft" Sony 2001 Dylan's first album of the 21st century was a kaleidoscopic engagement with the American songbook in all its vast and energising diversity that could also be heard as a musical autobiography and an informal history of America itself. The pensive gloom of '97's Time Out Of Mind was banished, replaced by a wry, sexy playfulness, and a lot of daft jokes. Stylistically, the album embraced with abundant confidence country, rockabilly, ragtime, vaudeville, languid jazz, hard blues and Western swing. "Love And Theft"'s release on September 11, 2001, added an ominous resonance to its dramatic centrepiece, the apocalyptic "High Water (For Charley Patton)". 1 The White Stripes White Blood Cells - Sympathy for the record industry, 2001 Their third album, and still Jack White's masterpiece. Ladies and gentlemen, the best record of the last 10 years... And here he is, one last time. With four other White Stripes albums, two by The Raconteurs and one with Loretta Lynn in Uncut's 150 Greatest Albums Of The Decade, it's pretty obvious that Jack White has emerged from all this chin-stroking as the most significant rock'n'roll figure of the past 10 years. A tireless renaissance man, his records have continued to electrify and re-invigorate American musical tradition. "The blues is still number one for me," he tells us. "It is the truth." White is perhaps the one musician to have come to prominence this decade who can fit comfortably into the classic rock pantheon, sharing the lofty airspace - and, occasionally, the stage - with heroes like Dylan, The Rolling Stones and Jimmy Page. One of the reasons why is that, for all his energetic and diverse projects, White's output has been so thrillingly consistent, right up to this year's Dead Weather album, Horehound. But after much prevarication, Uncut decided that his finest moment - and our favourite album of the decade - was White Blood Cells, the third album by The White Stripes. Upon its release in the UK, a host of A&R men, supermodels and slightly desperate hacks pursued Jack and Meg White around Britain on a sticky, genuinely seminal debut tour. Had there ever been, before or since, such a tabloid furore about a rudimentary garage-rock album? Almost certainly not. But, with hindsight, the fuss seems justified. White Blood Cells was the culmination of the White Stripes' ballistic first phase, blues-rock history rescored for apoplectic guitar and primal thud. Alongside the post-Zep heroics, however, there was also a first hit single - the exuberant "Hotel Yorba" - and a bunch of tender, fraught ballads that introduced Jack White to the world as a boy romantic. Soon enough, White would be forced to mature in the public eye, as the album cover shot - a clutch of photographers clustered around the pair - implied so presciently. That he did so with such style and purpose is something of a miracle. But this raging, innocent album still stands - just! - as his masterpiece. Latest music and film news on Uncut.co.uk

Over the past 10 years, the musical landscape – and especially the ways in which we receive and listen to music – have been transformed at a pace few of us could have predicted. The musical cultures Uncut treasures, however, have continued to flourish. Indeed, some of our more obscure favourites, like Brightblack Morning Light or Lift To Experience, are now as available as a Dylan album; just a click away. To that end, Uncut’s 150 is unashamedly a specialist’s list, since it’s easier than ever before to become a specialist. There are no concessions to eclecticism or commerce, just 150 LPs that have defined the tastes of Uncut’s staff and, we hope, those of our readers. Fifteen of them appear on this month’s free CD. Here they come, followed by an interview with the man who bestrides the 150 – and the decade – like a candycane-striped colossus…

Uncut’s Albums of the Decade: The top 50:

50

Cat Power

The Greatest MATADOR 2006

You could perhaps forgive Chan Marshall for a moment of understandable hubris with her album title. After six previous studio albums since she began performing as Cat Power in 1995, Marshall hit a career high with this warm collection of country soul songs, recorded with The Memphis Rhythm Band. Indeed, the woozy soul of Al Green or Otis Redding were key reference points for The Greatest, and provided a perfect fit for Marshall’s smoky, melancholic voice.

49

PJ HARVEY

Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea ISLAND 2000

Polly Harvey’s wilful vacillations between commercial and more ‘difficult’ albums made for an occasionally bumpy ride through the decade. But she began it with this accessible high watermark, which mixed pounding and dramatic songs referencing her new home, New York (and aligning her more than ever to Patti Smith) with more meditative material alluding to her Dorset roots. Mick Harvey and Rob Ellis co-produced, while Thom Yorke contributed to a duet, and Harvey would not come so close to the mainstream again in the Noughties.

48

RY COODER

Ch vez Ravine NONESUCH 2005

Cooder’s first solo album in two decades was a hymn of love to the district of East Los Angeles that was bulldozed to make way for real estate and a baseball stadium. With the help of Little Willie G of the Three Midniters, Lalo Guerrero and Don Tosti, Cooder delivered a thrilling soundtrack to his nourishing retelling of the story of the area. It was a brilliant conceit, and never more affecting than on “Corrido de Boxeo”, with Flaco Jim‚nez’s accordion offering melancholy backing to Guerrero’s plaintive vocal.

47

The National

Alligator BEGGARS BANQUET 2005

The National appeared out of step with much of the post-Strokes New York scene. These were not skinny hipsters with a taste for angular rock; rather they held to a more sophisticated sensibility, closer, perhaps, to Leonard Cohen. This, their third album, had a lush, hungover ambience, while Matt Berninger’s lyrics – subjects: heartbreak and remorse – gave the songs a wasted elegance.

46

DRIVE-BY TRUCKERS

Southern Rock Opera Soul Dump, 2001/Lost Highway, 2002

A hugely ambitious, triumphantly realised double concept LP, which the group recorded by raising funds from fans. DBTs’ keystone influence, Lynyrd Skynyrd, are cast as the tragic stars of a sprawling narrative which Patterson Hood summarised as “the duality of the Southern thing”: the struggle for the South’s soul between its generosity and its bigotry. George Wallace, Ronnie Van Zandt and the Devil jostled on the lyric sheet, and it rocked monumentally.

45

SOLOMON BURKE

Don’t Give Up On Me ANTI 2002

The premise was ridiculously simple: provide the rotund soul legend with songs from the likes of Bob Dylan, Brian Wilson, Tom Waits, Van Morrison, Nick Lowe and Elvis Costello; surround him with skilled, simp tico musicians; press “record” and let it happen. Cut in just four days by producer Joe Henry, Burke’s comeback LP set the template for a succession of reclamation projects that paired veteran artists with handpicked material. Warm, immediate and utterly free of artifice, these performances brought a human heartbeat to the oscillating ones and zeros of the Pro Tools era.

44

The Libertines

Up The Bracket

ROUGH TRADE 2002

A very English affair, this. Written while Pete Doherty and Carl Barƒt were living in a Bethnal Green squat (dubbed “The Albion Rooms”), The Libertines’ debut offered an invigorating, if grimy, snapshot of London (low) life, referencing the Small Faces and The Clash (it was produced by Mick Jones), Tony Hancock, even Chas And Dave. It positioned the band as the UK equivalent to The Strokes; while its influence on the Arctic Monkeys (down through to innumerable urchins wielding guitars) proved considerable.

43

THE STREETS

Original Pirate Material 679 2002

Late night kebabs, clubs, double “marlons”… Mike Skinner’s debut opened up a twilight world that was part Craig David, but also part Only Fools And Horses. Hapless, struggling, our producer/MC hero revealed private gripes to us (witness “Lee Satchell you bastard, stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers!”) and inadvertently created one of the most original British debuts in years.

42

Richmond Fontaine

Post To Wire EL CORTEZ/D‚COR 2004

Richmond Fontaine’s fifth album was a fractured narrative about disconsolate souls driven to the dark margins of American life,

where desperation lurks unchecked. While there was nothing especially radical about the group’s well-played country rock, what astonished here was the literary quality of Willy Vlautin’s songwriting, which owed as much to heavyweights of American fiction like Raymond Carver and Denis Johnson as it did to Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen and Tom Waits.

41

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

Magic Columbia 2007

Springsteen’s first album with the E Street Band since 2002’s The Rising was a minor consolation of America’s turbulent early 21st Century. His most explicitly political – and, not coincidentally, his angriest – album bristled with articulate invective. However, for all the essential mourning and reproach of Magic, its most enduring tracks were its least characteristic: the Beach Boys-sing-Spector pop wallop “Girls In Their Summer Clothes”, and the joyous, revivalist call to arms “Long Walk Home”.

40

Boards of Canada

Geogaddi WARP 2002

If Michael and Marcus Sandison’s 1998 Boards Of Canada debut Music Has The Right To Children was a comforting evocation of childhood, then the Scottish duo’s follow-up, Geogaddi, seemed about the encroachment of the adult world – and came infused with a sense of tension and anxiety. The bubbling electronic soundscapes were over (or in some cases under)-laid by disorientating vocal snippets, while references to sacred geometry (“The Devil Is In The Detail”) and David Koresh’s Branch Davidians (“1969”) only compounded the prevailing sense of unease.

39

VAMPIRE WEEKEND

Vampire Weekend XL 2008

With his wit and education, it was easy to imagine

Ezra Koenig being accepted in most places. But rock’n’roll? Really? As it was, Koenig’s preppy vignettes (“Louis Vuitton/With your mother/On a sandy lawn”) saw these Ivy League New Yorkers shine as individuals, and not try to fit in. Charming and tuneful, this assured debut mapped out a Hamptons of the mind, all sockless loafers and Paul Simon: a great place to visit, assuredly.

38

Ryan Adams

Gold Lost Highway 2001

The follow-up to 2000’s Heartbreaker, a benchmark of lachrymose Americana, Gold was a boldly ambitious double-album that cast Adams as heir to just about everyone in the rock pantheon who’d inspired him, with echoes therefore of Bob Dylan, Neil Young, the Stones and Gram Parsons. It should have made him a star. But drugs, public tantrums and a pointless spat with his record company turned his career into a car crash from which it never properly recovered.

37

THE RACONTEURS

Broken Boy Soldiers XL 2006

The White Stripes’ gameplan had been reiterated with such clarity that the arrival of The Raconteurs provided a jolting shock. Here was Jack White breaking his red, white and black dress code, adding a bass, of all things, and collaborating with another singer-songwriter, Brendan Benson. Happily, the results were superb, showing that White’s gifts were not diminished when transferred to a more conventional set-up. The White Stripes, it transpired, were only one string to his impressive bow.

36

JOHNNY CASH

American IV: The Man Comes Around AMERICAN 2002

The fourth Rick Rubin link-up betrayed the distance between Cash and his producer, with some peculiar covers – “Danny Boy”, “We’ll Meet Again” – but its high points matched anything in the American Recordings series. The title track, a Cash original, was bold and boastful, but the standout was Trent Reznor’s “Hurt”, which Cash turned from druggy self-pity into a powerful celebration of a lifetime fighting pain, literal and metaphorical.

35

WILCO

Yankee Hotel Foxtrot NONESUCH 2002

Jeff Tweedy and Wilco exited the decade in considerably better shape than they’d entered it. As the Noughties drew to a close, they had released a pair of albums – 2007’s Sky Blue Sky and this year’s Wilco (the album) – that found them settling into a mellow, mature sound, bordering on ’70s soft rock – perhaps a sign that the band had come to terms with their fractious past.

Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, however, was a testament to the kind of traumas the band were experiencing at the start of the decade. The finished album itself was the subject of bitter dispute between band and record company, which almost left it unreleased, and the recording sessions were painfully fraught. As vividly captured in the documentary I Am Trying To Break Your Heart, a power struggle took place between Tweedy and multi-instrumentalist Jay Bennett, with Tweedy increasingly falling under the influence of his Loose Fur collaborator – and celebrated sonic experimentalist – Jim O’Rourke. The addition of drummer Glenn Kotche also added a new dimension to the Wilco sound.

These tensions forced Bennett out of the band, but they didn’t harm the record. Tweedy’s unerring ear for melody remained untouched, but the break from his alt.country roots in Tupelo was now complete. (Odd, really, since he had recently been touring in support of 2000’s Mermaid Avenue Vol II, where he supplied music for new-found Woody Guthrie lyrics). And while Wilco’s alt.country sound was broadened to include dashes of Krautrock and psychedelic flourishes, the key to Yankee Hotel Foxtrot was indisputably the power of Tweedy’s songwriting. The bruised patriotism of “Ashes Of American Flags” was a career highlight.

Along with “War On War”, it seemed prescient by the time the album was released. But Tweedy’s reservations stretched into romance, too, and the song, “I Am Trying To Break Your Heart”, was a bleak, and cruel, testament to his emotional ambiguity. But one of the best songs here was also one of the lightest: on “Heavy Metal Drummer”, Tweedy looked back to his teens, watching bad bands getting girls. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot marked a career rebirth, but Tweedy was made for more complex things. For the encore – 2004’s A Ghost Is Born – he took even greater risks.

34

BON IVER

For Emma, Forever Ago 4AD 2008

Initial coverage of Justin Vernon’s solo debut fixated on its genesis in a snow-bound Wisconsin hunting lodge, so much so that the record was soon mocked as much as it was applauded. Nearly two years on, its qualities remained striking, from the way Vernon scored his allusive lyrics

with meticulously adjusted indie-folk, to how the album seemed to exist so securely in its own world. A hearteningly original take on the end of an affair, and what comes after.

33

ANIMAL COLLECTIVE

Merriweather Post Pavilion DOMINO 2009

This band epitomise a peculiarly frenzied kind of Noughties music-making, all overlapping projects and evolving sounds where the boundaries between rock, folk and dance are so amorphous as to be irrelevant. Their eighth album since 2000 – alongside sundry solo projects, notably Panda Bear’s marvellous Person Pitch (2007) – MPP represented a culmination of their sound: where the experimental became anthemic, and childlike sentiments were universal ecstasies.

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CALEXICO

Feast Of Wire CITY SLANG 2002

Joey Burns and John Convertino had long been masters at conjuring a sense of place – with Feast Of Wire, they filled their widescreen landscapes with credible, three dimensional characters. A blend of ancient and modern, here alien electronic burbling met swooning pedal steel, as if Radiohead had inexplicably “gone Ry Cooder”. In the middle of it all were ordinary people, for the most part just trying to make a living.

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MY MORNING JACKET

It Still Moves ATCO 2003

There were plenty of songs to be heard during the 70-odd minutes of It Still Moves. Mainly, though, there was the sound of an incredible, tuneful country-rock band thrillingly going through its paces. Focused on the reverberating vocals of Jim James, this major label debut was big in every sense but the commercial – an urge to rectify that means we might never hear rock’n’roll quite so innocent as this from them again.

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SUFJAN STEVENS

Illinois Rough Trade 2005

From the first bars of “Concerning The UFO Sighting Near Highland, Ilinois…” it was clear that the second instalment in Stevens’ 50 State Project represented a major improvement, both in sound and scale. This was precious music: meticulously observed, and beautifully framed by Stevens’ (almost) one-man, lo-fi orchestra. The Avalanche, the album of outtakes that followed in 2006, was nearly as impressive, proving that here was a musician liberated, rather than limited, by those self-imposed boundaries.

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NEIL YOUNG

Chrome Dreams II

REPRISE 2007

If most of Young’s recent albums felt like tightly defined projects, his best album of the decade was a sprawling, multi-faceted beast. Notionally a sequel to 1977’s unreleased Chrome Dreams, it ranged across styles

from raw garage, via country, to gargantuan rock-outs. Songs shelved in the ’80s saw the light (notably the 18-minute “Ordinary People”) alongside some potent new ones; on his 2008 tour, the molten jam of “No Hidden Path” stood out among classics written decades earlier.

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QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE

Songs For The Deaf UNIVERSAL 2002

Josh Homme’s band prides itself on being a continuum – people come, people go, Queens Of The Stone Age abide. Here, incoming personnel including Dave Grohl and Mark Lanegan helped create a modern rock masterpiece. Conceived as a kind of fantasy Los Angeles radio show, Songs… had a dark purpose in its programming: here were heavy riffs, timeless torments, and at least one “stealth polka”.

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The Hold Steady

Boys And Girls In America

full time hobby 2007

The Hold Steady’s barnstorming third album confirmed Craig Finn as a sharp-eyed documentarian of America’s teenage wasteland, through which recurring characters moved, restless and ruined, rock music their only salvation. Musically, The Hold Steady were a bracing mix of Springsteen’s thunder, The Attractions’ kinetic versatility and crunching riffs, unfashionably plundered from AC/DC and Thin Lizzy. The result was a visionary testament to rock’n’roll’s uniquely redemptive powers.

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LAMBCHOP

Nixon CITY SLANG 2000

Marvellous as many of them are, it is Kurt Wagner and Lambchop’s ongoing curse that their fifth album somewhat dwarfs its consciously smaller-scale successors. Nixon was the moment when the Nashville collective’s idiosyncratic and often discreet fusion of Southern music forms reached its zenith, where their country-soul stepped onto a bigger stage. Exhibit A: “Up With People”, an archly rousing showstopper that even, briefly, threatened to turn this self-deprecating bunch into pop stars.

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RADIOHEAD

Kid A PARLOPHONE 2000

The millennium came and went, but Radiohead remained as tense as ever. As did some of Kid A’s listeners. No guitars? No drums? What exactly was this? A longer perspective on the album proves it to have been a way out of the complex rock music the band had built. Constructed as a palace, it had become a prison – Kid A, with its new textures, weird tunes, and biting lyrics dug a tunnel out.

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ARCTIC MONKEYS

Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not DOMINO 2006

Initially, the Arctic Monkeys were hyped as the first band with a career launched online. If the means of dissemination was modern, however, the Monkeys soon revealed themselves to be a hearteningly traditional British rock band with this, Uncut’s favourite UK debut of the decade. Young, chippy, dynamic and with, in Alex Turner, a lyricist of uncommon wit and precision, the Monkeys sat moodily, but fittingly, in the great tradition of The Jam, The Smiths and The Libertines. Soon enough, though, they would be plotting their escape.

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BETH GIBBONS

& RUSTIN MAN

Out Of Season Go! 2002

A fragile, seductive and defiantly autumnal record, Out Of Season –

the alliance of Portishead’s Beth Gibbons and former Talk Talk bassist Paul Webb – was a welcome surprise on release in late 2002. Its lyrical concerns of love, loss and helpless dependence mirrored Gibbons’ earlier work, but from elegant lead-off single “Tom The Model” onwards, the orchestration eschewed samples and beats for hushed folkish picking and jazz inflections, recalling, variously, Nina Simone, Nick Drake and pre-Mac Christine McVie.

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BLUR

Think Tank EMI 2003

It’s hard for a band to recover from the departure of one of their key members, but Blur made a virtue out of guitarist Graham Coxon’s exit early in the sessions for this, their final album to date. Expanding their musical template (helped, no doubt, by Damon Albarn’s successes with Gorillaz and Mali Music and the decision to record Think Tank in Morocco), the result was a graceful and mature record, from the warm, Arabic vibe of “Caravan” to the beautiful pop of “Out Of Time”.

The closing “Battery In Your Leg”, meanwhile, provided a moving epitaph for the band.

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JOANNA NEWSOM

Ys DRAG CITY 2006

This singing harpist from Nevada City, California, arrived in 2004 with The Milk-Eyed Mender, a collection of uncanny nursery-rhymes that aligned her to the nascent freak-folk movement of the time. Her second album, though, proved substantially more ambitious: a cycle of five lengthy and verbose songs, where her cascading imagery and harp-playing were augmented by grand orchestral arrangements courtesy of Van Dyke Parks. The result? A ravishing fantasia that could be compared with one of Newsom’s obvious antecedents, Kate Bush.

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AMY WINEHOUSE

Back To Black Island 2006

Forget the headlines, the hairdo, the ex-husband: it was Amy Winehouse’s excellent second album that made her a star. At once comfortably familiar (thanks to co-producer Mark Ronson’s warm, knowing retro-soul flourishes) and dangerously confessional (her explicit, diaristic lyrics), it felt like an “instant classic” on release, and soon launched a slew of less-talented copyists. None of whom were capable of singing – or indeed writing – songs as exquisitely melancholy as the title track, or the perfect torch song “Love Is A Losing Game”.

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BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

The Rising COLUMBIA 2002

Springsteen’s response to 9/11 reunited him with the E Street Band to thrilling effect, and gave him his biggest seller since 1987’s Tunnel Of Love. Some of the songs predated the attack on the Twin Towers – “My City Of Ruins” actually celebrated Asbury Park – but they were given sharp new focus by their changed context. “Waitin’ On A Sunny Day” in particular was made suddenly ominous. Springsteen’s response was a positive rallying call, at its strongest on the hymn-like anthem “Into The Fire”.

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Kate Bush

Aerial EMI 2005

We have, since 1985’s Hounds of Love, become accustomed to Kate Bush spending the best part of a decade on each album – expensively recorded, with crack session musicians and state-of-the-art technology. But Aerial, on its release in 2005, seemed particularly lavish. Bush is one of a dwindling number of major-label artists given free rein and a huge studio budget to pursue their own singular artistic vision; unlike most other artists indulged in this way, she actually used this enormous creative freedom to produce something of interest.

Aerial was a 90-minute odyssey, divided into the introspective CD1, ‘A Sea Of Honey’, and the dreamier, more hedonistic and more electronic-infused CD2, ‘A Sky of Honey’. This being Kate Bush, there were moments of high absurdity, though even these managed to be quite beautiful. The lead single, “King Of The Mountain”, was a tribute to Elvis which saw her doing her best Shakin’ Stevens karaoke routine. “The Painter’s Link” and “An Architect’s Dream” found Rolf Harris muttering to himself while painting (“a little bit lighter there… maybe with some accents”) before duetting with Bush on a gorgeous, string-drenched ballad about art.

There was a stately, medieval serenade dedicated to her son, “Bertie”; an ethno drum workout which paid tribute to Joan Of Arc; and a compelling techno ballad about a “sweet, gentle and sensitive” mathematician (in which Ms Bush recited Pi to 115 decimal places). There was a song about a pair of trousers spinning around a washing machine (“Washing machine/Washing machine/slooshy-slooshy-slooshy-slooshy/washing machine”); another featuring the lines “Little brown jug/Don’t I love thee/Ho ho ho/Hee hee hee”.

The last two eccentricities, “Mrs Bartolozzi” and “The Coral Room”, were the only solo piano/vocal performances on the record. Many of us might have hoped she would record an entire album like this; but the more lavish tracks, like the ECM-meets-4AD epic “Sunset” or the trancey “Somewhere In Between”, were filled with sonic details and textures that rewarded repeated listening. The follow-up, probably due in 2016, should really be something.

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THE WHITE STRIPES

Elephant XL 2003

For their first album to be recorded in the spotlight, Jack and Meg White relocated to London’s humble Toerag Studios, where no equipment, legendarily, dated from after 1963. Elephant did not, however, sound like either a ‘British’ record or a particularly antiquated one. Instead, it was a roaringly ambitious reassertion of the duo’s strengths, with White amping up his neurotic, lovelorn persona to the max. A record, too, which taught a generation of non-musicians about the octave pedal – a guitar effect used by White to create the bass-like frequency on the anthemic “Seven Nation Army”.

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LCD SOUNDSYSTEM

Sound Of Silver DFA/EMI 2007

James Murphy’s DFA label was at the forefront of the disco-punk scene that spread out from Brooklyn to the world in the early Noughties, and Murphy’s own vehicle, LCD Soundsystem, had already produced one of the decade’s defining singles with 2002’s droll hipster rollcall, “Losing My Edge”. LCD’s second album, however, was his greatest triumph: an electronically thrilling upgrade of Bowie, New Order, Talking Heads and The Fall, given wit and guts thanks to the exquisitely jaded presence of Murphy at its throbbing heart.

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RADIOHEAD

In Rainbows SELF-RELEASED 2007

Much of the hoo-hah surrounding Radiohead’s seventh album concerned how you received and paid for it – amusingly, though bowled over by the wine, we somehow fixated on the bottle. Perhaps the album’s contents were simply too surprising: a record (or USB stick, or whatever) that provided the fullest realisation yet of the band’s paranoid techno and baroque live rock, In Rainbows was beautiful, yes. But it was also strangely groovy, too.

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PRIMAL SCREAM

XTRMNTR CREATION 2002

It’s rare that a band’s sixth album should be considered their best; but with XTRMNTR, it felt like Primal Scream broke new ground. Moving away from the tired Stones pastiches and junkie millennial blues of their two previous efforts, XTRMTR was fired by a righteous social conscience and a thrilling, anything-is-possible musical agenda that incorporated Krautrock on “Shoot Speed/Kill Light”, free jazz on “If They Move, Kill ‘Em” (masterminded by My Bloody Valentine’s Kevin Shields), “Pills”‘ scrawny hip hop and the extreme noise of “Accelerator”.

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GILLIAN WELCH

Time (The Revelator) ACONY 2001

Welch and partner David Rawlings’ third album was recorded in Nashville’s historic RCA Studio B, but it was no period piece. From the austere opener, “Revelator”, onwards, the combination of Welch’s icy vocals, and Rawlings’ gnarly, exploratory guitar-work pulled traditional blues, country and folk influences into bold new shapes. Producer T-Bone Burnett kept things simple on the lovely “Elvis Presley Blues”, but Welch’s ambition was fully-realised on the epic “I Dream A Highway” which betrayed a debt to Neil Young at his most strung-out.

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PORTISHEAD

Third ISLAND 2008

For their first album in 11 years, Adrian Utley, Geoff Barrow and Beth Gibbons upgraded the mournful trip hop of the ’90s for something rather more sinister. Third was a shock, and shockingly good – an apocalyptic, uncompromising clash of Krautrock, folk, electronica, even techno, cut through with a sense of foreboding that seemed to soundtrack a world in meltdown. The perfect record for the times, then, and Uncut’s Album Of The Year for 2008.

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THE FLAMING LIPS

Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots WARNER BROS 2002

Following 1999’s The Soft Bulletin looked daunting for The Flaming Lips, but Yoshimi… – a similarly expansive sci-fi treatise on mortality, war, compassion, the incredible resolve of the human spirit and so on – proved they were up to the challenge. If anything, its high-definition, electronically adjusted psych-pop superseded The Soft Bulletin. And, in “Do You Realize??”, the Lips successfully coined an enduring wedding/funeral song for a generation just accepting that they might need something of the kind.

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FLEET FOXES

Fleet Foxes BELLA UNION 2008

Technically Robin Pecknold and

the Fleet Foxes originated from Seattle, but many listeners to their debut could’ve been forgiven for imagining they came from a kind of American Arcadia, such was the bucolic magic summoned up by the 11 tracks. Ostensibly another five bearded indie-rockers with a taste for their parents’ folk records, Fleet Foxes effortlessly transcended such a stereotype, thanks to Pecknold’s calm gifts of melody and their unwavering, beatific harmonies.

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Ryan Adams

Heartbreaker bloodshot/cooking vinyl 2000

If things had gone differently for him, it could have been Ryan Adams on the cover of this month’s Uncut instead of Jack White. Heartbreaker was his first solo album, largely an exquisite collection of charred and tattered songs about a doomed relationship and its bitter aftermath that promised a glorious future for Adams’ perfectly nuanced Americana. However, drugs, personal instability and a flair for self-destruction eventually denied him the elevation to rock’s pantheon of greats he clearly craved, despite good work still to come on Gold and often underrated albums like Cold Roses and Jacksonville City Nights.

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Bob Dylan

Modern Times SONY 2006

The stately follow-up to “Love And Theft” was less wildly diverse, reflecting for the most part Dylan’s abiding passion for Chicago blues, but still traversed disparate musical territories with intuitive panache and graceful aplomb. The sense of whispered foreboding you could sometimes hear on its predecessor was given louder voice here, specifically on the apocalyptic meditations of “Workingman’s Blues # 2” and “Ain’t Talkin'”, which closes with Dylan perhaps fatefully bound for “the last outback, at the world’s end”.

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THE ARCADE FIRE

Funeral

ROUGH TRADE 2005

For an album so explicitly associated with death (at least three members of this Canadian septet suffered bereavement during recording), the Arcade Fire’s debut was nonetheless joyously uplifting. Certainly, the cacophony of instruments – accordions, xylophones, violins, horns – gave a ragged ebullience to “Wake Up” and “Rebellion (Lies)”, but also added a vivid, textured soundtrack to Win Butler and R‚gine Chassagne’s extraordinary vision. Theatrical, intense and ultimately cathartic.

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Robert Plant and Alison Krauss

Raising Sand ROUnder 2007

An album of “dark, sexy Americana” was in every respect the last thing anybody – Jimmy Page, especially, you have to think – expected of Robert Plant. Raising Sand, recorded in Nashville with Grammy-winning bluegrass singer and fiddle player Alison Krauss and producer T-Bone Burnett, was a unilateral triumph, by some distance Plant’s best solo work. A regal celebration of the diversity of American roots music, it was also the album that denied the world the Zeppelin reunion it had long demanded, Plant preferring to tour with Krauss and Burnett.

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THE STROKES

Is This It ROUGH TRADE 2001

Occasionally a record comes along that resets the clocks for rock, even if only for a short time. Definitely Maybe was one. Is This It was assuredly another: a joyful, lyrical and intelligent evocation of being young in a pre-9/11 New York City. The album’s apparent scruffiness belied the attention to detail beneath. Subtle, groovy and repeatedly rewarding, it didn’t just talk the talk, but walked the walk, too.

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BRIAN WILSON

Smile NONESUCH 2004

A mere 37 years behind schedule, Wilson capped his late-career renaissance by finally finishing his magnum opus, confronting a good few of his enduring demons in the process. With Van Dyke Parks and arranger/multi-instrumentalist Darian Sahanaja by his side, Wilson painstakingly stitched his unsteady masterpiece together, and pulled off an unimaginable coup; a historical reconstruction that could satisfy even the most fanatical, bootleg-coveting Beach Boys fan.

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WILCO

A Ghost Is Born

NONESUCH 2004

If Wilco’s fifth album might now be seen as Jeff Tweedy’s last ‘troubled’ record, it also stands as the highpoint of his storied career. Struggling with an addiction to painkillers, Tweedy and producer Jim O’Rourke steered the band towards an inspired hybrid of rock classicism and leftfield adventure, epitomised by the 11-minute long “Spiders (Kidsmoke)”, ostensibly stadium Krautrock. If guitarist

Nels Cline had joined in time for the sessions, it might (as 2005’s live album, Kicking Television, suggests) have been even better.

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Bob Dylan

“Love And Theft” Sony 2001

Dylan’s first album of the 21st century was a kaleidoscopic engagement with the American songbook in all its vast and energising diversity that could also be heard as a musical autobiography and an informal history of America itself. The pensive gloom of ’97’s Time Out Of Mind was banished, replaced by a wry, sexy playfulness, and a lot of daft jokes. Stylistically, the album embraced with abundant confidence country, rockabilly, ragtime, vaudeville, languid jazz, hard blues and Western swing. “Love And Theft”‘s release on September 11, 2001, added an ominous resonance to its dramatic centrepiece, the apocalyptic “High Water (For Charley Patton)”.

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The White Stripes

White Blood Cells – Sympathy for the record industry, 2001

Their third album, and still Jack White’s masterpiece. Ladies and gentlemen, the best record of the last 10 years…

And here he is, one last time. With four other White Stripes albums, two by The Raconteurs and one with Loretta Lynn in Uncut’s 150 Greatest Albums Of The Decade, it’s pretty obvious that Jack White has emerged from all this chin-stroking as the most significant rock’n’roll figure of the past 10 years. A tireless renaissance man, his records have continued to electrify and re-invigorate American musical tradition. “The blues is still number one for me,” he tells us. “It is the truth.”

White is perhaps the one musician to have come to prominence this decade who can fit comfortably into the classic rock pantheon, sharing the lofty airspace – and, occasionally, the stage – with heroes like Dylan, The Rolling Stones and Jimmy Page. One of the reasons why is that, for all his energetic and diverse projects, White’s output has been so thrillingly consistent, right up to this year’s Dead Weather album, Horehound.

But after much prevarication, Uncut decided that his finest moment – and our favourite album of the decade – was White Blood Cells, the third album by The White Stripes. Upon its release in the UK, a host of A&R men, supermodels and slightly desperate hacks pursued Jack and Meg White around Britain on a sticky, genuinely seminal debut tour. Had there ever been, before or since, such a tabloid furore about a rudimentary garage-rock album?

Almost certainly not. But, with hindsight, the fuss seems justified. White Blood Cells was the culmination of the White Stripes’ ballistic first phase, blues-rock history rescored for apoplectic guitar and primal thud. Alongside the post-Zep heroics, however, there was also a first hit single – the exuberant “Hotel Yorba” – and a bunch of tender, fraught ballads that introduced Jack White to the world as a boy romantic. Soon enough, White would be forced to mature in the public eye, as the album cover shot – a clutch of photographers clustered around the pair – implied so presciently. That he did so with such style and purpose is something of a miracle. But this raging, innocent album still stands – just! – as his masterpiece.

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Uncut’s 150 Albums of the Decade: Part two!

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Over the past 10 years, the musical landscape - and especially the ways in which we receive and listen to music - have been transformed at a pace few of us could have predicted. The musical cultures Uncut treasures, however, have continued to flourish. Indeed, some of our more obscure favourites, like Brightblack Morning Light or Lift To Experience, are now as available as a Dylan album; just a click away. To that end, Uncut's 150 is unashamedly a specialist's list, since it's easier than ever before to become a specialist. There are no concessions to eclecticism or commerce, just 150 LPs that have defined the tastes of Uncut's staff and, we hope, those of our readers. Fifteen of them appear on this month's free CD. Here they come, followed by an interview with the man who bestrides the 150 - and the decade - like a candycane-striped colossus... *** 100 to 51 100 JIM O'ROURKE Insignificance DOMINO 2001 O'Rourke's reputation as an avant-rock fixer meant his early Noughties were a frantic blur. He joined Sonic Youth, caused breakthroughs and ructions in the Wilco camp, among many other things, before retreating to Japan. He also managed one straightforward solo LP, Insignificance, completing his trilogy of Nic Roeg-inspired albums with a vigorous burst of Southern-tinged rock. Unpredictable - and hugely stimulating - to the last. 99 Babyshambles Down In Albion Rough Trade, 2005 The release of Pete Doherty's first post-Libertines album was overshadowed by the kind of extra-curricular anarchy that at the time regularly placed him in the so-called tabloid glare. First, there was the hilarious hoo-ha over pictures of his then-girlfriend, the leggy model Kate Moss, apparently enjoying a snoot-full of cocaine at a recording session. This was followed by a fortnight or so, during which the evidently hapless, but cheerfully unrepentant Doherty was being arrested up to twice a day on a variety of usually drug-related charges, often involving erratic driving at odd hours. This was actually quite funny for a while, as a bungling constabulary, like something out of an Ealing comedy, pursued him hither and yon. But it became quickly tiresome. Especially when Down In Albion was finally released and a majority of the reviews turned out to be more preoccupied with Doherty's seemingly headlong descent into a tawdry junkie hell, the nation's moral well-being apparently threatened by his conspicuous flouting of authority and wilful disregard for the law's long arm. When the music was mentioned, it was usually criticised for being poorly played, weakly produced (by former Clash guitarist Mick Jones), a stuttering mix of largely undernourished indie rock, feeble white ska and whimsical doodles of not much use to anyone. The record, fortunately, had its champions - Tony Parsons on BBC 2's Late Review, for instance, put up a particularly spirited defence. For them, anyway, Down In Albion was less the messy abomination of popular opinion than a charismatic masterpiece, wholly preferable to the gorblimey rambunctiousness of The Libertines and closer in mood and temperament to classic albums with an inclination towards desolation and burn-out - among them Neil Young's Tonight's The Night, The Replacements' All Shook Down and Big Star's third album, Sister/Lovers. There were defiant anthems like "Fuck Forever", "8 Dead Boys" and "Pipedown", fuelled by Patrick Walden's spectacular guitar riffs, some raffish pop excursions, and much charred melodrama on songs like "Merry Go Round" and the epic delirium of "Up The Morning". Not that many people by then were actually listening, Doherty for them, the indifferent many, a wholly lost cause, a wasted talent, a view of him that persisted through the release of the second Babyshambles album, 2007's more conventionally presentable Shotters Nation, produced by Stephen Street, excellent in many respects but yet lacking the unrepeatable blasted aura of ...Albion. 98 THE AVALANCHES Since I Left You XL 2000 Odd that such a very "London" album should be made by a bunch of Australians. Assembled entirely of samples from an eclectic array of sources, Since I Left You was vast, sprawling 'concept disco', essentially one long track united by a meticulous, forensic funkiness. The deceptively jaunty "Frontier Psychiatrist" was the calling card, and a lot of work clearly went into sounding effortless. Which might explain why, a decade on, we still await a follow-up. 97 PAUL WELLER 22 Dreams ISLAND/UMG 2008 Approaching 50, Weller's sudden enjoyment of his own creativity was evident on this sprawling 70-minute album, which loosely recorded the passing of the seasons. It also showed Weller (under the wing of producer Simon Dine) enjoying the freedom to follow his muse, from psych and jazzy experimentation to the trad-rock of "Push It Along", the balladry of "Where'er Ye Go" and the wistfulness of "Sea Spray" which hovered - like Weller's best work, between honesty and embarrassment. 96 RUFUS WAINWRIGHT Want One DREAMWORKS 2003 Though written in the throes of substance abuse and general VIP-area hijinks, Wainwright's third album still maintained a sharp focus on his ongoing state of dissolution. A work of hamminess, waspish remarks and great tenderness ("My phone's on vibrate for you..."), it was a record with great depth. The musical surface, meanwhile, was sweet and highly detailed. The icing, ultimately, on an extraordinary cake. 95 GRANDADDY The Sophtware Slump V2 2000 Out of an unglamorous corner of California, Jason Lytle and Grandaddy established themselves as architects of unstable psych-pop, like a melancholy, redneck Flaming Lips. This second LP was their masterpiece, a queasy Pavement-meets-Floyd soundscape of wheezing synths and chugging guitars, over which Lytle, in his watery Neil Young tones, detailed a vision of a land where nature was forced to interact with the broken-down detritus of modern life. 94 DEVENDRA BANHART Oh Me Oh My...The Way The Day Goes By The Sun Is Setting Dogs Are Dreaming Lovesongs Of The Christmas Spirit YOUNG GOD 2002 Before he became infamous as a sort of psych-folk jester, Banhart initially seemed a rather unnerving presence on this debut album. Recorded solo to four-track, the sketchy songs and fragments revealed Banhart as a striking voice reminiscent of Syd Barrett, Karen Dalton and the early Marc Bolan. And, amid all the vivid surrealism, it suggested Banhart was not just an imaginative new singer-songwriter but, potentially, a creepy lord of misrule, too. 93 THE STREETS A Grand Don't Come For Free 679 2004 Released, coincidentally, at exactly the same time that the word "chav" entered the national vocabulary, A Grand Don't Come For Free took Mike Skinner's urban tales to a conceptual level. A shaggy dog story about a missing œ1000 provided the narrative. The two standouts "Fit But You Know It", and the anthemic "Dry Your Eyes", meanwhile, confirmed Skinner as an everygeezer for the ages. 92 TOM WAITS Real Gone ANTI- 2004 Traditionalists who yearned for Waits to abandon his experimental urges and return to barroom balladry were given little succour by this set. Waits played no piano, preferring to focus on vocal percussion, while his band hammered out inverted circus rhythms. Beneath the clamour, there was a preoccupation with death, on the bleak "How's It Gonna End", the tender "Dead And Lovely" and the fractured lullaby "Green Grass", but the highlight was the tender anti-war ballad "Day After Tomorrow", one of Waits' finest songs. 91 John Cale HoboSapiens EMI 2003 Cale's first solo album in seven years was partly informed by a recent immersion in hip hop and an infatuation with The Beta Band. For all its modish production values, loops, beats, whatever, HoboSapiens was quintessential Cale, an unsettling mix of off-kilter pop and art-noise terror. The album's deranged centrepiece, "Letter From Abroad" - "They're cutting their heads off in the soccer fields/Feeding them to the hyenas" - was fearsomely reminiscent of early-'80s classics of geopolitical dread like "Sanities" and "Wilson Joliet". 90 Bright Eyes I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning saddle creek 2005 In January 2005, Conor Oberst released two new Bright Eyes albums simultaneously. Digital Ash In A Digital Urn was an excursion into synth-led electronica. I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning, more accessibly, was a bountiful mix of breezy folk narratives and melancholic Americana. It was a concept album, of sorts, about love, heartbreak, discovery, a Blood On The Tracks for the 21st Century, the Iraq war an ominous backdrop to Oberst's hugely affecting songs. 89 NEIL YOUNG Living With War REPRISE 2006 Among Young's varied Noughties output, a spirit of indignant spontaneity kept rising to the surface. Much like 2009's Fork In The Road, Living With War was a piece of reportage written and recorded on the hoof - in nine days, to be exact. Besides a rudimentary band, however, Young had a bizarre plan for these impassioned grouches against the Bush administration, roping in a bugler and a 100-strong choir to create a sort of garage rock hymnal. A prescient tip for one Barack Obama in there, too. 88 THE WHITE STRIPES Get Behind Me Satan XL 2000 With a mischievous duality typical of the man, the fifth White Stripes LP was Jack White's strangest and yet poppiest work of the decade. Often eschewing his guitar for a piano or marimba, it found White writing spiky soul-pop jingles like "My Doorbell" and "The Denial Twist" alongside discordant experiments. Most striking, though, was a sense of White grappling with the impact of fame: on the outstanding "Take Take Take", he analysed the star/fan relationship by painting himself as a stalkerish obsessive. 87 QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE Rated R INTERSCOPE 2000 If rock'n'roll is a country, in 2000, Queens Of The Stone Age wrote its national anthem. "Feelgood Hit Of The Summer", the opening track here, shouted a roll call of abusable stimulants - all of which would appear to be running through the bloodstream of this terrific second album. Josh Homme's free-roaming band would accomplish better things, and more cerebral things. But here they took their illegal wares, and set out their intoxicating stall. 86 PJ HARVEY White Chalk ISLAND 2007 After the somewhat predatorial Uh Huh Her (2004), the image presented by Harvey on her seventh album was radically different: a sort of buttoned-up, repressed Victorian Gothic. The music, meanwhile, showed the typically chimeric artist working harder than ever to stretch herself, singing in a higher register than usual and accompanying herself on piano, which she could barely play. Amazingly, the results were subtle and striking; far from a conceptual experiment, the songs tapped directly into the power and directness of Harvey's very best work. 85 MIA Arular XL 2004 The debut album by London-born vocalist/producer Mathangi "Maya" Arulpragasam trawls the shanty towns of the world, plundering Brazilian baile funk, dancehall beats, London grime and Bollywood fanfares. Using a mix of playground chants and rude bwoy posturing, Maya lectured on the ill-effects of globalisation while relishing the thrilling artistic possibilities that globalisation granted her. Cultural tourism never sounded so good. 84 DAVID BOWIE Heathen COLUMBIA 2002 Following his late-'90s left-turn into inscrutable artrock and avuncular drum and bass, by 2002 Bowie was easing into the role of 21st-century national treasure, curating the Meltdown festival and delivering his most conventionally Bowie-ish album since Scary Monsters. Fittingly, Heathen found him reunited with producer Tony Visconti, covering the Legendary Stardust Cowboy (one of the inspirations for Ziggy), the Pixies and Neil Young, and even delivering a genuinely heartwarming dedication to his son, "Everyone Says Hi". 83 OUTKAST Stankonia Arista 2000 Fired by the irresistible "Ms Jackson", Outkast's breakthrough was a record like few others this decade, managing to be both gangsta (thanks to the gritty rhymes of Big Boi) and deeply camp (the uninhibited ambition of Andr‚ 3000), a dichotomy conveniently illustrated by its cover art. But it worked as an album - even at 70-plus minutes - as the joins were seamless: welding hip hop to Prince and the sci-fi funk of George Clinton, whose spirit was everywhere. 82 DRIVE-BY TRUCKERS The Dirty South New West 2004 At the turn of the century, it would have seemed unwise to invest heavily in Drive-By Truckers becoming one of the most important American bands of this decade. The Alabama group's studio output to that point consisted of two albums of beery boogie whose gravitas could be estimated from their titles: Gangstabilly and Pizza Deliverance. However 2001's sprawling, intense concept album, Southern Rock Opera changed everything, and its follow-up, 2003's Decoration Day confirmed DBTs' elevated status as rock'n'roll chroniclers of the Southern experience. The Dirty South was another peak, as the band flaunted an understanding that the received wisdoms about their native South - as a gothic mess of backwardness, superstition and melodrama - amounted to an endless supply of preconceptions to invert and confront. As is often the case with DBTs' muses, whether Alabama governor George Wallace or Lynyrd Skynyrd, the DBTs' songs read like their own efforts to figure out their feelings about the heroes and bogeymen of their upbringings. "The Sands Of Iwo Jima" is only tangentially about the World War II battlefield: it was really a song about Patterson Hood's great uncle, who fought there, and about the incomprehensible mystery such people represent to those younger, and less tested. Jason Isbell's "The Day John Henry Died" recognised that the real point of the legend of the all-American working-man's folk hero isn't that he won, but that he died trying. Mike Cooley's "Carl Perkins' Cadillac" was a characteristically deadpan sketch of music business chicanery. All of which, in the hands of musicians less cheerfully unreconstructed, could have made The Dirty South resemble academic essays in anthropology. This was never a danger with the DBTs, who ladled a rich stew of Skynyrd and Springsteen, Sherrill and the Stones. Though the DBTs took seriously their role as champions of the disregarded and misunderstood, they understood that they were first and foremost a rock'n'roll band, and on The Dirty South they sounded plausibly like the best one in the world. 81 Okkervil River The Stage Names jagjaguwar, 2007 Will Sheff's Okkervil River attracted a cult audience with 2005's Black Sheep Boy, an austere song-cycle about the unapologetically self-destructive life of '60s singer-songwriter Tim Hardin. The Stage Names, its follow-up, was brasher, noisier, an often delirious mix of Sheff's myriad influences - the Velvets, Stones, Faces, Dylan, Bowie - that brilliantly examined notions of identity, celebrity, loss, reckless living, and who some people become when being themselves is no longer who they want to be. 80 LEVON HELM Electric Dirt DIRT FARMER/VANGUARD 2009 On his second album after recovering from throat cancer, the legendary drummer/singer of The Band embraced life while confronting his own mortality. Electric Dirt seemed to spring up from the soil of rural America, intertwining gospel, folk, blues and R'n'B on a mesmerising collection of hardscrabble originals and outsider songs from Muddy Waters and the Dead. Playing it felt like slipping into your oldest pair of Levi's. 79 KINGS OF LEON Only By The Night COLUMBIA 2008 The Followill lads arrived in 2003 like a rock band straight out of central casting, with a back story to match, growing exponentially from one LP to the next and finally breaking the States behind this fierce beast of a record. The hormonal thrum of "Sex On Fire", the arena-rock majesty of "Use Somebody" and the existential sweep of "Cold Desert" bore the confidence, ambition and chops of a world-class band. 78 JOHNNY CASH American III: Solitary Man AMERICAN 2000 Begun at Cash's Hendersonville cabin and completed in seven days at producer Rick Rubin's Hollywood home, the duo's third collaboration offered the usual mix of standards, Cash originals and inspired covers, opening fine re-workings of Tom Petty and Jeff Lynne's "I Won't Back Down" and Neil Diamond's "Solitary Man". Cash transformed U2's "One" and Nick Cave's "The Mercy Seat" into Old Testament epistles. Most strikingly, he amplified the existential dread of Will Oldham's "I See A Darkness". 77 KANYE WEST The College Dropout ROC-A-FELLA 2004 If West's ego at times overshadows his work, a return listen to his first two LPs should confirm him as the decade's pre-eminent hip hop statesman. This 2004 debut just gets the nod over 2005's Late Registration, not least because West necessarily rapped more about his ambitions than his triumphs at the time. So witty tales of frustrated days spent working at Gap came dressed in lavish style, with the critical assistance of John Legend augmenting West's sure handling of classic soul samples. 76 BECK Seachange GEFFEN 2002 Born from the collapse of a relationship, Seachange saw Beck Hansen plot a new course, jettisoning the day-glo irony of 1999's Midnite Vultures and embracing something formerly alien to this po-mo bard: sincerity. A sombre song cycle, indebted to English folk and country rock and polished up beautifully by producer Nigel Godrich, songs like "Guess I'm Doing Fine" were heavy in sentiment, but found a cold comfort in sad words and sobs of pedal steel. 75 Gorillaz Demon Days PARLOPHONE 2005 Even taking the experimentation of Blur's later records into account, Damon Albarn's work away from the band that made him famous has been surprising. There was a journey into soundtracks (including 1999's Ravenous, with classical composer Michael Nyman), while a trip to Mali on behalf of Oxfam in 2000 led to the creation of a dedicated 'World Music' label, Honest Jon's, and a solo album, Mali Music, steeped in the rhythms of West Africa. But it was Gorillaz, the virtual group he concocted with graphic artist Jamie Hewlett, that nonetheless represented the biggest shift. Gorillaz' music, as evidenced on the eponymous 2001 debut album, was a blend of dub, hip hop, and dark pop, fired by dirty hooks and hipster collaborations (Dan The Automator, Del Tha Funkee Homosapien). But this was as much 'multimedia project' as musical venture. The videos that accompanied smash singles like "Clint Eastwood" were astonishingly detailed; on their unfeasibly high-tech website Albarn and Hewlett delighted in creating Byzantine backstories and 'mockumentaries' for the band's fictional members - Russel, Noodle, Murdoc and 2D. Fan participation was keenly solicited, figurines went on sale, even a film, to be produced by Harvey Weinstein, was mooted. As a satirical comment on the emptiness of pop culture, it was blackly ironic. 2005's Demon Days - loosely a concept album about the last primates to survive the apocalypse - went further still, loaded with disquieting sounds and an unfolding cinematic grace. Albarn and producer Brian "Danger Mouse" Burton enlisted a magnificently odd supporting cast, including De La Soul, Ike Turner, Neneh Cherry, Roots Manuva, Dennis Hopper, and, of course, the Mondays' Shaun Ryder, whose Mancunian brogue helped make the sensational "DARE" one of the singles of the year, if not the decade. Indeed, the album's other singles - "Feel Good Inc", "Dirty Harry", "Kids With Guns" were all killers, whose radio-friendly choruses mitigated a general air of dystopian menace. Albarn was soon shapeshifting again, with The Good, The Bad & The Queen, the stage musical Monkey: Journey To The West and the small matter of that Blur reunion. But it was Demon Days that defined his decade. It's astonishing - but somehow heartening - to think that a record as bleak, and as clever as this, could sell over six million copies. 74 ELBOW Asleep In The Back V2 2001 Over four albums, Elbow spent the decade building a reputation as one of Britain's most reliably satisfying bands - a perspective finally shared by the masses with the success of 2008's The Seldom Seen Kid. Nevertheless, their debut was their most significant release, conforming with the vogue for melodic, emotionally nuanced, post-Radiohead rock, but adding a proggish extra dimension. Asleep In The Back possessed a grace and effortlessness, too, which belied its tortuous gestation, involving as it did three years and as many labels. 73 ELLIOTT SMITH Figure 8 DOMINO 2000 The last album Smith completed before he died in 2003, Figure 8 expanded on the template of 1998's XO, with ornate chamber-pop arrangements to complement his inherently Beatlesy songwriting. Apparently energised by a move to LA, Smith's characteristically rueful songs occasionally hinted at brighter possibilities; "All I want now is happiness for you and me," he sang on "Happiness". Soon enough, though, it became clear that the city had exacerbated Smith's problems rather than solved them. 72 Emmylou Harris Red Dirt Girl Grapevine 2000 Harris' career, which had for a while been merely drifting, was rejuvenated by 1995's Daniel Lanois-produced Wrecking Ball, which highlighted her exquisite gifts as an interpretive singer. One of the great surprises on its belated follow-up was that 11 of the 12 songs here were self-composed. Harris had written memorable songs before - 1975's "Boulder To Birmingham", for example - but the sustained brilliance of compositions like "Michaelangelo", "The Pearl" and "Bang The Drum Slowly" were a revelation. 71 TV ON THE RADIO Dear Science 4AD 2008 Renowned as architects of a dense, intense art-rock (bandmember David Sitek exported their aesthetic to a raft of Brooklyn bands in his other role as an in-demand producer), TV On The Radio's third album also found the group wrestling with a fraught, dynamic funk. Ferocious horns and energetic nods to Prince and Bowie proliferated, while Tunde Adebimpe and Kyp Malone's lyrical abstractions became much more direct: Dear Science now often sounds like one last exasperated, impassioned rant against the lunacy of the Bush administration. 70 THE GOOD, THE BAD & THE QUEEN The Good, The Bad & The Queen PARLOPHONE 2007 Damon Albarn executed yet another career left-turn with The Good, The Bad & The Queen. Essentially a supergroup comprised of Albarn's west London neighbour Paul Simonon, Blur's touring guitarist (and ex-Verve) Simon Tong and Afrobeat drummer Tony Allen, TGTB&TQ's album was an atmospheric song-cycle about modern London life - an older, wiser successor to Parklife, if you will. Like the capital's weather, TGTB&TQ could be grey, gloomy and overcast - but never dreary. 69 ARCTIC MONKEYS Favourite Worst Nightmare DOMINO 2007 The Monkeys' fascination with Queens Of The Stone Age was made explicit on this year's Humbug, but the Sheffield band's excellent second album already betrayed a desire to escape from Britpop stereotypes. So while Alex Turner's nuanced observations remained rooted in the Steel City, and his winding song structures still had hints of The Strokes and The Libertines, they were now often delivered with significant extra heft, not least thanks to the fervid, aerobic drumming of Matt Helders. 68 D'ANGELO Voodoo Virgin 2000 For his second LP, R&B's forgotten superstar and his producer, Ahmir "Questlove" Thompson, painstakingly mined the textures of classic soul. Sessions at NYC's Electric Lady studios (with Sly Stone's There's A Riot Going On reportedly on constant loop) produced a seductive, sinuous record that brought a warmth and sensuality - rather than just sexuality - to modern R&B. Despite its success, D'Angelo soon became disillusioned with the music industry and, 10 years on, is yet to make another album. 67 MIDLAKE The Trials Of Van Occupanther BELLA UNION 2006 Though they met as earnest jazz students at the University of North Texas in the late '90s, by 2006, Midlake had established a world of their own: a curious American backwoods where the creamy harmonies of mid-'70s Fleetwood Mac drifted back to the 19th Century of Henry David Thoreau, combining into a wistful, oddly successful concept album. If the narratives remained hazy, with tracks like "Roscoe" Midlake offered unalloyed classic rock thrills. 66 JAY-Z The Blueprint ROC-A-FELLA 2001 With no little business cunning, Jay-Z spent the decade consolidating a position as the rap legend it was OK for rock fans to like: consorting with Coldplay; headlining Glastonbury. His albums, though, were generally inferior to his '90s output, with this big exception. The Blueprint was a rich tribute to old-school hip hop and classic soul (many samples cued up by Kanye West, then a rookie Roc-A-Fella producer), and a similarly extravagant tribute to Jay-Z himself - an inventively immodest rap kingpin, slaying his rivals (Nas, chiefly) with hilarious bon mots. 65 RUFUS WAINWRIGHT Poses DREAMWORKS 2000 Poses wasn't so much an album, as a swoon set to music. Rufus' debut had proclaimed his melodic talent - here, with songs composed while resident at the Chelsea Hotel, he filled out the picture, painting a demi-monde in which he lurched from one exquisite crisis to another, at the mercy of his many cravings. His talent is to trade in self-knowledge - and miraculously, never melodrama. 64 LIFT TO EXPERIENCE The Texas-Jerusalem Crossroads BELLA UNION 2001 Lift To Experience, the earthly vehicle of Josh T Pearson, existed like a thunderclap, penning just one album of elemental force and astonishing conviction before disappearing forever. Luckily, The Texas-Jerusalem Crossroads remains a monumental testament. A concept piece powered by Pearson's conviction that the end of the world is coming and Texas is the promised land, songs like "These Are The Days" imagined a cosmic country rock lifted on hurricane-force guitar. 63 THE ROLLING STONES A Bigger Bang VIRGIN 2005 At the dawn of the 21st century, even their most loyal fans would've doubted that the Stones would make one of the best albums of the decade. Yet while a good few of their records were heralded as 'returns to form', A Bigger Bang was the real thing, a capacious package of stadium raunch, blues and industrial-strength innuendo, piloted by a Mick Jagger who, for once, seemed as engaged by creative decisions as he was by business strategies. 62 GHOSTFACE KILLAH Fishscale DEF JAM 2006 Talk about the fall of an empire. With some of the Wu-Tang Clan starring in movies (Raekwon, Method Man), and some driving taxis, it was only Ghost, the Staten Island crew's most expressive MC, who in 2006 still seemed focused on hip hop. Those still listening were rewarded with Fishscale: old soul beats, pugilism and, of course, tales of drug smuggling. This was the Wu meets The Wire, and thoroughly magnificent for it. 61 NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS The Lyre Of Orpheus/Abattoir Blues MUTE 2003 The departure of long-time member Blixa Bargeld didn't scupper the Bad Seeds' ship - simply steered it into more dangerous waters. With violinist Warren Ellis, and Gallon Drunk's James Johnston in charge of the noise, Cave took command of his new rock'n'roll concerns - "marriage, flowers, shit like that". The result was an album of equal parts hysteria and wisteria. 60 LORETTA LYNN Van Lear Rose INTERSCOPE 2005 Sceptics might have wondered about the wisdom of the ageing country legend teaming up with Jack White, but this collision of cultures was rescued by White's sincerity, and the fact that Lynn provided most of the songs. Occasionally - as on the amped-up Grammy-winning duet "Portland Oregon" - White's musical muscularity threatened to overwhelm the tenderness of Lynn's songs. But when he let Loretta be Loretta, as on the simple, heartfelt "Miss Being Mrs", the results were simply bewitching. 59 THE WHITE STRIPES De Stijl SYMPATHY FOR THE RECORD INDUSTRY 2000 The first White Stripes album of the millennium (and the second of their career), De Stijl perfectly showcased Jack and Meg White's vigorous aesthetic. The title, taken from a Dutch art movement that flourished in the 1920s, signposted a high-concept, minimalist project. But it was hardly a sterile one, as the McCartneyish ballads, flat-out garage rockers and eviscerating blues proved so eloquently. And the showstopping take on Son House's "Death Letter", especially, revealed White to be an inventive guitar virtuoso in a quite different class to his indie peers. 58 BOB DYLAN Together Through Life COLUMBIA 2009 There was a seven year gap between 1990's Under The Red Sky and Time Out Of Mind, Dylan's only albums of original material in the '90s. The past 10 years, however, saw in relatively brisk succession three classic albums of new songs, plus the abundant riches of the Tell Tale Signs archive set. The latter was part of the ongoing Bootleg Series, which since 2000 has included Live 1966, an official release at last for the much-bootlegged Royal Albert Hall performance with The Hawks, and Live 1975, recorded during the Rolling Thunder Tour. As unlikely as it seems to many, another new album, Christmas In The Heart, on which Dylan covers a variety of Christmas carols and yuletide standards is imminently due, wrapping up the decade on a suitably seasonal note. We should also note that between 2001's "Love And Theft" and 2005's Modern Times, Dylan also published Chronicles, a brilliant first volume of his autobiography, which to the relief of anyone who'd struggled 40 years ago with Tarantula was a memoir that fair sparkled with wit, anecdote and colourful digression. In 2003, there was even a movie, the unspurprisingly eccentric Masked & Anonymous, which Dylan wrote and starred in. And then there was Dylan's blossoming second career as a DJ, as host of Bob Dylan's Theme Time Radio Hour, not to mention the small matter of what continues to be known, to Dylan's apparent disapproval, as The Never-Ending Tour. Approaching 70, Dylan, to borrow a phrase from Robert Plant, marches on, undaunted. Together Through Life was the third of Dylan's albums of new material in the Noughties and despite the typically hard look it takes at the world and its woes, it was a record of rugged ebullience, sardonic vigour, unkempt and wonderfully raw. Recorded quickly after a commission to write a song for Olivier Dahan's road movie, My Own Love Song - which inspired the wounded growl of "Life Is Hard" - the prevailing mood of Together Through Life's 10 tracks was one of boisterous fatalism, played with a stoic swagger and lots of accordion, and sung by Dylan in a voice as old as time itself. 57 ROBERT WYATT Cuckooland HANNIBAL 2003 Even by Wyatt's own standards Cuckooland was a wonderfully jazzy record, but it still had its undeniably eerie moments. Throughout, a sense of unease and madness in the political world was mirrored in the natural one: here were to be found several sly foxes and a very creepy forest indeed. Paul Weller, David Gilmour and Eno guested - Wyatt himself remained the reluctant star. 56 SONIC YOUTH Murray Street GEFFEN 2002 As the new decade began, fans might have expected the band to drift further into experimental waters, not least with the recruitment of the maverick Jim O'Rourke as a full-time member. Instead, the Noughties saw a renewed focus and drive. Murray Street, named after the band's studio, mere blocks from Ground Zero, compounded their status as the quintessential New York band of the age - and was good enough to rank alongside their best late-'80s work. 55 BJORK Vespertine ONE LITTLE INDIAN 2001 Originally named 'Domestika', and with opening tracks called "Hidden Place" and "Cocoon", Bj”rk's fifth solo album was, as that working title suggested, a conscious retreat into private music. A troupe of electronica artists were called in to provide the clicks and cuts, but the vision and aesthetic remained intoxicatingly Bj”rkish, at once loftily conceptual and unnervingly personal; "electronic folk music", was the phrase she used, aptly. 54 MAGNETIC FIELDS 69 Love Songs MERGE 2000 Though he had been cultivating his songwriterly cult for over a decade, it was only with the release of 69 Love Songs that Stephin Merritt's audacity became fully apparent. Conceived as an epic variety show/instant songbook, the triple album inaugurated an era of sky-high-concept pop, and delivered on the conceit. With his private company of cowgirls and crooners, across genres from free jazz via Broadway to musique concrŠte, Merritt teased, tormented and tickled the love song into new life. 53 INTERPOL Turn On The Bright Lights MATADOR 2002 Harsher critics called them a Joy Division tribute, but keener ears heard the Psychedelic Furs and the Bunnymen in there too, and multiple plays revealed Turn On The Bright Lights to be one of the more sophisticated offerings of New York's new wave. "Obstacle 1" melded Paul Banks' strangulated vocal with rapier-like guitars, while moments like "NYC", with its wearied refrain that "New York cares", achieved a smouldering, stately gloom. 52 Dizzee Rascal Boy In Da Corner XL 2003 Not only did 19-year-old MC Dylan Mills win a Mercury Prize with his debut album, not only did he rap in an arrhythmic, tight-throated patois which reinvented hip hop in an English accent, but his production sounded like nothing on earth - an eerie mix of Nintendo bleeps, cellphone chirrups and Philip Glass-style minimalism. It would take Dizzee three more albums before he converted critical acclaim into sales, but he'd never make anything as odd as this again. Nobody could. 51 Warren Zevon The Wind ARTEMIS 2003 Zevon's 2000 comeback album after a five-year musical exile was the typically mordant Life'll Kill Ya. With a brutal irony he might in other circumstances have otherwise relished, Zevon only two years later was diagnosed with inoperable cancer and given three months to live. The Wind was his valiant response, unsentimental, harrowing and often defiantly hilarious. Famous friends rallied around, including Jackson Browne, Tom Petty and Bruce Springsteen on the rousing state-of-the-union diatribe, "Disorder In The House".

Over the past 10 years, the musical landscape – and especially the ways in which we receive and listen to music – have been transformed at a pace few of us could have predicted. The musical cultures Uncut treasures, however, have continued to flourish. Indeed, some of our more obscure favourites, like Brightblack Morning Light or Lift To Experience, are now as available as a Dylan album; just a click away.

To that end, Uncut’s 150 is unashamedly a specialist’s list, since it’s easier than ever before to become a specialist. There are no concessions to eclecticism or commerce, just 150 LPs that have defined the tastes of Uncut’s staff and, we hope, those of our readers. Fifteen of them appear on this month’s free CD. Here they come, followed by an interview with the man who bestrides the 150 – and the decade – like a candycane-striped colossus…

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JIM O’ROURKE

Insignificance DOMINO 2001

O’Rourke’s reputation as an avant-rock fixer meant his early Noughties were

a frantic blur.

He joined Sonic Youth, caused breakthroughs and ructions in the Wilco camp, among many other things, before retreating to Japan. He also managed one straightforward solo LP, Insignificance, completing his trilogy of Nic Roeg-inspired albums with a vigorous burst of Southern-tinged rock. Unpredictable – and hugely stimulating – to

the last.

99

Babyshambles

Down In Albion Rough Trade, 2005

The release of Pete Doherty’s first post-Libertines album was overshadowed by the kind of extra-curricular anarchy that at the time regularly placed him in the so-called tabloid glare. First, there was the hilarious hoo-ha over pictures of his then-girlfriend, the leggy model Kate Moss, apparently enjoying a snoot-full of cocaine at a recording session.

This was followed by a fortnight or so, during which the evidently hapless, but cheerfully unrepentant Doherty was being arrested up to twice a day on a variety of usually drug-related charges, often involving erratic driving at odd hours. This was actually quite funny for a while, as a bungling constabulary, like something out of an Ealing comedy, pursued him hither and yon. But it became quickly tiresome. Especially when Down In Albion was finally released and a majority of the reviews turned out to be more preoccupied with Doherty’s seemingly headlong descent into a tawdry junkie hell, the nation’s moral well-being apparently threatened by his conspicuous flouting of authority and wilful disregard for the law’s long arm.

When the music was mentioned, it was usually criticised for being poorly played, weakly produced (by former Clash guitarist Mick Jones), a stuttering mix of largely undernourished indie rock, feeble white ska and whimsical doodles of not much use to anyone.

The record, fortunately, had its champions – Tony Parsons on BBC 2’s Late Review, for instance, put up a particularly spirited defence. For them, anyway, Down In Albion was less the messy abomination of popular opinion than a charismatic masterpiece, wholly preferable to the gorblimey rambunctiousness of The Libertines and closer in mood and temperament to classic albums with an inclination towards desolation and burn-out – among them Neil Young’s Tonight’s The Night, The Replacements’ All Shook Down and Big Star’s third album, Sister/Lovers.

There were defiant anthems like “Fuck Forever”, “8 Dead Boys” and “Pipedown”, fuelled by Patrick Walden’s spectacular guitar riffs, some raffish pop excursions, and much charred melodrama on songs like “Merry Go Round” and the epic delirium of “Up The Morning”. Not that many people by then were actually listening, Doherty for them, the indifferent many, a wholly lost cause, a wasted talent, a view of him that persisted through the release of the second Babyshambles album, 2007’s more conventionally presentable Shotters Nation, produced by Stephen Street, excellent in many respects but yet lacking the unrepeatable blasted aura of …Albion.

98

THE AVALANCHES

Since I Left You XL 2000

Odd that such a very “London” album should be made

by a bunch of Australians. Assembled entirely of samples from an eclectic array of sources, Since I Left You was vast, sprawling ‘concept disco’, essentially one long track united by a meticulous, forensic funkiness.

The deceptively jaunty “Frontier Psychiatrist” was the calling card, and a lot of work clearly went into sounding effortless. Which might explain why, a decade on, we still await a follow-up.

97

PAUL WELLER

22 Dreams ISLAND/UMG 2008

Approaching 50, Weller’s sudden enjoyment of his own creativity was evident on this sprawling 70-minute album, which loosely recorded the passing of the seasons. It also showed Weller (under the wing of producer Simon Dine) enjoying the freedom to follow his muse, from psych and jazzy experimentation to the trad-rock of “Push It Along”, the balladry of “Where’er Ye Go” and the wistfulness of “Sea Spray” which hovered – like Weller’s best work, between honesty and embarrassment.

96

RUFUS WAINWRIGHT

Want One DREAMWORKS 2003

Though written in the throes of substance abuse and general VIP-area hijinks, Wainwright’s third album still maintained a sharp focus on his ongoing state of dissolution. A work of hamminess, waspish remarks and great tenderness (“My phone’s on vibrate for you…”), it was a record with great depth. The musical surface, meanwhile, was sweet and highly detailed. The icing, ultimately, on an extraordinary cake.

95

GRANDADDY

The Sophtware Slump V2 2000

Out of an unglamorous corner of California, Jason Lytle and Grandaddy established themselves as architects of unstable psych-pop, like a melancholy, redneck Flaming Lips. This second LP was their masterpiece, a queasy Pavement-meets-Floyd soundscape of wheezing synths and chugging guitars, over which Lytle, in his watery Neil Young tones, detailed a vision of a land where nature was forced to interact with the broken-down detritus of modern life.

94

DEVENDRA BANHART

Oh Me Oh My…The Way The Day Goes By The Sun Is Setting Dogs Are Dreaming Lovesongs Of The Christmas Spirit YOUNG GOD 2002

Before he became infamous as a sort of psych-folk jester, Banhart initially seemed a rather unnerving presence on this debut album. Recorded solo to four-track, the sketchy songs and fragments revealed Banhart as a striking voice reminiscent of Syd Barrett, Karen Dalton and the early Marc Bolan. And, amid all the vivid surrealism, it suggested Banhart was not just an imaginative new singer-songwriter but, potentially, a creepy lord of misrule, too.

93

THE STREETS

A Grand Don’t Come

For Free 679 2004

Released, coincidentally, at exactly the same time that the word “chav” entered the national vocabulary, A Grand Don’t Come For Free took Mike Skinner’s urban tales to a conceptual level. A shaggy dog story about a missing œ1000 provided the narrative. The two standouts “Fit But You Know It”, and the anthemic “Dry Your Eyes”, meanwhile, confirmed Skinner

as an everygeezer for the ages.

92

TOM WAITS

Real Gone ANTI- 2004

Traditionalists who yearned for Waits to abandon his experimental urges and return to barroom balladry were given little succour by this set. Waits played no piano, preferring to focus on vocal percussion, while his band hammered out inverted circus rhythms. Beneath the clamour, there was a preoccupation with death, on the bleak “How’s It Gonna End”, the tender “Dead And Lovely” and the fractured lullaby “Green Grass”, but the highlight was the tender anti-war ballad “Day After Tomorrow”, one of Waits’ finest songs.

91

John Cale

HoboSapiens EMI 2003

Cale’s first solo album in seven years was partly informed by a recent immersion in hip hop and an infatuation with The Beta Band. For all its modish production values, loops, beats, whatever, HoboSapiens was quintessential Cale, an unsettling mix of off-kilter pop and art-noise terror. The album’s deranged centrepiece, “Letter From Abroad” – “They’re cutting their heads off in the soccer fields/Feeding them to the hyenas” – was fearsomely reminiscent of early-’80s classics of geopolitical dread like “Sanities” and “Wilson Joliet”.

90

Bright Eyes

I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning saddle creek 2005

In January 2005, Conor Oberst released two new Bright Eyes albums simultaneously. Digital Ash In A Digital Urn was an excursion into synth-led electronica. I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning, more accessibly, was a bountiful mix of breezy folk narratives and melancholic Americana. It was a concept album, of sorts, about love, heartbreak, discovery, a Blood On The Tracks for the 21st Century, the Iraq war an ominous backdrop to Oberst’s hugely affecting songs.

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NEIL YOUNG

Living With War

REPRISE 2006

Among Young’s varied Noughties output, a spirit of indignant spontaneity kept rising to the surface. Much like 2009’s Fork In The Road, Living With War was a piece of reportage written and recorded on the hoof – in nine days, to be exact. Besides a rudimentary band, however, Young had a bizarre plan for these impassioned grouches against the Bush administration, roping in a bugler and a 100-strong choir to create a sort of garage rock hymnal. A prescient tip for one Barack Obama in there, too.

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THE WHITE STRIPES

Get Behind Me Satan

XL 2000

With a mischievous duality typical of the man, the fifth White Stripes LP was Jack White’s strangest and yet poppiest work of the decade. Often eschewing his guitar for a piano or marimba, it found White writing spiky soul-pop jingles like “My Doorbell” and “The Denial Twist” alongside discordant experiments. Most striking, though, was a sense of White grappling with the impact of fame: on the outstanding “Take Take Take”, he analysed the star/fan relationship by painting himself as a stalkerish obsessive.

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QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE

Rated R INTERSCOPE 2000

If rock’n’roll is a country, in 2000, Queens Of The Stone Age wrote its national anthem. “Feelgood Hit Of The Summer”, the opening track here, shouted a roll call of abusable stimulants – all of which would appear to be running through the bloodstream of this terrific second album. Josh Homme’s free-roaming band would accomplish better things, and more cerebral things. But here they took their illegal wares, and set out their intoxicating stall.

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PJ HARVEY

White Chalk ISLAND 2007

After the somewhat predatorial Uh Huh Her (2004), the image presented

by Harvey on her seventh album was radically different: a sort of buttoned-up, repressed Victorian Gothic. The music, meanwhile, showed the typically chimeric artist working harder than ever to stretch herself, singing in a higher register than usual and accompanying herself on piano, which she could barely play. Amazingly, the results were subtle and striking; far from a conceptual experiment, the songs tapped directly into the power and directness of Harvey’s very best work.

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MIA

Arular XL 2004

The debut album by London-born vocalist/producer

Mathangi “Maya” Arulpragasam trawls the shanty towns of the world, plundering Brazilian baile funk, dancehall beats, London grime and Bollywood fanfares. Using a mix of playground chants and rude bwoy posturing, Maya lectured on the ill-effects of globalisation while relishing the thrilling artistic possibilities that globalisation granted her. Cultural tourism never sounded so good.

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DAVID BOWIE

Heathen COLUMBIA 2002

Following his late-’90s left-turn into inscrutable artrock and avuncular drum and bass, by 2002 Bowie was easing into the role of 21st-century national treasure, curating the Meltdown festival and delivering his most conventionally Bowie-ish album since Scary Monsters. Fittingly, Heathen found him reunited with producer Tony Visconti, covering the Legendary Stardust Cowboy (one of the inspirations for Ziggy), the Pixies and Neil Young, and even delivering a genuinely heartwarming dedication to his son, “Everyone Says Hi”.

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OUTKAST

Stankonia Arista 2000

Fired by the irresistible “Ms Jackson”, Outkast’s breakthrough was a record like few others this decade, managing to be both gangsta (thanks to the gritty rhymes of Big Boi) and deeply camp (the uninhibited ambition of Andr‚ 3000), a dichotomy conveniently illustrated by its cover art. But it worked as an album – even at 70-plus minutes – as the joins were seamless: welding hip hop to Prince and the sci-fi funk of George Clinton, whose spirit was everywhere.

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DRIVE-BY TRUCKERS

The Dirty South New West 2004

At the turn of the century, it would have seemed unwise to invest heavily in Drive-By Truckers becoming one of the most important American bands of this decade. The Alabama group’s studio output to that point consisted of two albums of beery boogie whose gravitas could be estimated from their titles: Gangstabilly and Pizza Deliverance. However 2001’s sprawling, intense concept album, Southern Rock Opera changed everything, and its follow-up, 2003’s Decoration Day confirmed DBTs’ elevated status as rock’n’roll chroniclers of the Southern experience. The Dirty South was another peak, as the band flaunted an understanding that the received wisdoms about their native South – as a gothic mess of backwardness, superstition and melodrama – amounted to an endless supply of preconceptions to invert and confront.

As is often the case with DBTs’ muses, whether Alabama governor George Wallace or Lynyrd Skynyrd, the DBTs’ songs read like their own efforts to figure out their feelings about the heroes and bogeymen of their upbringings. “The Sands Of Iwo Jima” is only tangentially about the World War II battlefield: it was really a song about Patterson Hood’s great uncle, who fought there, and about the incomprehensible mystery such people represent to those younger, and less tested. Jason Isbell’s “The Day John Henry Died” recognised that the real point of the legend of the all-American working-man’s folk hero isn’t that he won, but that he died trying. Mike Cooley’s “Carl Perkins’ Cadillac” was a characteristically deadpan sketch of music business chicanery.

All of which, in the hands of musicians less cheerfully unreconstructed, could have made The Dirty South resemble academic essays in anthropology. This was never a danger with the DBTs, who ladled a rich stew of Skynyrd and Springsteen, Sherrill and the Stones. Though the DBTs took seriously their role as champions of the disregarded and misunderstood, they understood that they were first and foremost a rock’n’roll band, and on The Dirty South they sounded plausibly like the best one in the world.

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Okkervil River

The Stage Names jagjaguwar, 2007

Will Sheff’s Okkervil River attracted a cult audience with 2005’s Black Sheep Boy, an austere song-cycle about the unapologetically self-destructive life of ’60s singer-songwriter Tim Hardin. The Stage Names, its follow-up, was brasher, noisier, an often delirious mix of Sheff’s myriad influences – the Velvets, Stones, Faces, Dylan, Bowie – that brilliantly examined notions of identity, celebrity, loss, reckless living, and who some people become when being themselves is no longer who they want to be.

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LEVON HELM

Electric Dirt DIRT FARMER/VANGUARD 2009

On his second album after recovering from throat cancer,

the legendary drummer/singer of The Band embraced life while confronting his own mortality. Electric Dirt seemed to spring up from the soil of rural America, intertwining gospel, folk, blues and R’n’B on a mesmerising collection of hardscrabble originals and outsider songs from Muddy Waters and the Dead. Playing it felt like slipping into your oldest pair of Levi’s.

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KINGS OF LEON

Only By The Night COLUMBIA 2008

The Followill lads arrived in 2003 like

a rock band straight out of central casting, with a back story to match, growing exponentially from one LP to the next and finally breaking the States behind this fierce beast of a record. The hormonal thrum of “Sex On Fire”, the arena-rock majesty of “Use Somebody” and the existential sweep of “Cold Desert” bore the confidence, ambition and chops

of a world-class band.

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JOHNNY CASH

American III: Solitary Man AMERICAN 2000

Begun at Cash’s Hendersonville cabin and completed in seven days at producer Rick Rubin’s Hollywood home, the duo’s third collaboration offered the usual mix of standards, Cash originals and inspired covers, opening fine re-workings of Tom Petty and Jeff Lynne’s “I Won’t Back Down” and Neil Diamond’s “Solitary Man”. Cash transformed U2’s “One” and Nick Cave’s “The Mercy Seat” into Old Testament epistles. Most strikingly, he amplified the existential dread of Will Oldham’s “I See A Darkness”.

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KANYE WEST

The College Dropout

ROC-A-FELLA 2004

If West’s ego at times overshadows his work, a return listen to his first two LPs should confirm him as the decade’s pre-eminent hip hop statesman. This 2004 debut just gets the nod over 2005’s Late Registration, not least because West necessarily rapped more about his ambitions than his triumphs at the time. So witty tales of frustrated days spent working at Gap came dressed in lavish style, with the critical assistance of John Legend augmenting West’s sure handling of classic soul samples.

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BECK

Seachange GEFFEN 2002

Born from the collapse of a relationship, Seachange saw Beck Hansen plot a new course, jettisoning the day-glo irony of 1999’s Midnite Vultures and embracing something formerly alien to this po-mo bard: sincerity. A sombre song cycle, indebted to English folk and country rock and polished up beautifully by producer Nigel Godrich, songs like “Guess I’m Doing Fine” were heavy in sentiment, but found a cold comfort in sad words and sobs of pedal steel.

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Gorillaz

Demon Days PARLOPHONE 2005

Even taking the experimentation of Blur’s later records into account, Damon Albarn’s work away from the band that made him famous has been surprising. There was a journey into soundtracks (including 1999’s Ravenous, with classical composer Michael Nyman), while a trip to Mali on behalf of Oxfam in 2000 led to the creation of a dedicated ‘World Music’ label, Honest Jon’s, and a solo album, Mali Music, steeped in the rhythms of West Africa.

But it was Gorillaz, the virtual group he concocted with graphic artist Jamie Hewlett, that nonetheless represented the biggest shift. Gorillaz’ music, as evidenced on the eponymous 2001 debut album, was a blend of dub, hip hop, and dark pop, fired by dirty hooks and hipster collaborations (Dan The Automator, Del Tha Funkee Homosapien). But this was as much ‘multimedia project’ as musical venture.

The videos that accompanied smash singles like “Clint Eastwood” were astonishingly detailed; on their unfeasibly high-tech website Albarn and Hewlett delighted in creating Byzantine backstories and ‘mockumentaries’ for the band’s fictional members – Russel, Noodle, Murdoc and 2D. Fan participation was keenly solicited, figurines went on sale, even a film, to be produced by Harvey Weinstein, was mooted. As a satirical comment on the emptiness of pop culture, it was blackly ironic.

2005’s Demon Days – loosely a concept album about the last primates to survive the apocalypse – went further still, loaded with disquieting sounds and an unfolding cinematic grace. Albarn and producer Brian “Danger Mouse” Burton enlisted a magnificently odd supporting cast, including De La Soul, Ike Turner, Neneh Cherry, Roots Manuva, Dennis Hopper, and, of course, the Mondays’ Shaun Ryder, whose Mancunian brogue helped make the sensational “DARE” one of the singles of the year, if not the decade. Indeed, the album’s other singles – “Feel Good Inc”, “Dirty Harry”, “Kids With Guns” were all killers, whose radio-friendly choruses mitigated a general air of dystopian menace.

Albarn was soon shapeshifting again, with The Good, The Bad & The Queen, the stage musical Monkey: Journey To The West and the small matter of that Blur reunion. But it was Demon Days that defined his decade. It’s astonishing – but somehow heartening – to think that a record as bleak, and as clever as this, could sell over six million copies.

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ELBOW

Asleep In The Back

V2 2001

Over four albums, Elbow spent the decade building a reputation as one of Britain’s most reliably satisfying bands – a perspective finally shared by the masses with the success of 2008’s The Seldom Seen Kid. Nevertheless, their debut was their most significant release, conforming with the vogue for melodic, emotionally nuanced, post-Radiohead rock, but adding a proggish extra dimension. Asleep In The Back possessed a grace and effortlessness, too, which belied its tortuous gestation, involving as it did three years and as many labels.

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ELLIOTT SMITH

Figure 8

DOMINO 2000

The last album Smith completed before he died in 2003, Figure 8 expanded on the template of 1998’s XO, with ornate chamber-pop arrangements to complement his inherently Beatlesy songwriting. Apparently energised by a move to LA, Smith’s characteristically rueful songs occasionally hinted at brighter possibilities; “All I want now is happiness for you and me,” he sang on “Happiness”. Soon enough, though, it became clear that the city had exacerbated Smith’s problems rather than solved them.

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Emmylou Harris

Red Dirt Girl Grapevine 2000

Harris’ career, which had for a while been merely drifting, was rejuvenated by 1995’s Daniel Lanois-produced Wrecking Ball, which highlighted her exquisite gifts as an interpretive singer. One of the great surprises on its belated follow-up was that 11 of the 12 songs here were self-composed. Harris had written memorable songs before – 1975’s “Boulder To Birmingham”, for example – but the sustained brilliance of compositions like “Michaelangelo”, “The Pearl” and “Bang The Drum Slowly” were

a revelation.

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TV ON THE RADIO

Dear Science 4AD 2008

Renowned as architects of a dense, intense art-rock (bandmember David Sitek exported their aesthetic to a raft of Brooklyn bands in his other role as an in-demand producer), TV On The Radio’s third album also found the group wrestling with a fraught, dynamic funk. Ferocious horns and energetic nods to Prince and Bowie proliferated, while Tunde Adebimpe and Kyp Malone’s lyrical abstractions became much more direct: Dear Science now often sounds like one last exasperated, impassioned rant against the lunacy of the Bush administration.

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THE GOOD, THE BAD & THE QUEEN

The Good, The Bad & The Queen PARLOPHONE 2007

Damon Albarn executed yet another career left-turn with The Good, The Bad & The Queen. Essentially a supergroup comprised of Albarn’s west London neighbour Paul Simonon, Blur’s touring guitarist (and ex-Verve) Simon Tong and Afrobeat drummer Tony Allen, TGTB&TQ’s album was an atmospheric song-cycle about modern London life – an older, wiser successor to Parklife, if you will. Like the capital’s weather, TGTB&TQ could be grey, gloomy and overcast – but never dreary.

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ARCTIC MONKEYS

Favourite Worst Nightmare DOMINO 2007

The Monkeys’ fascination with Queens Of The Stone Age was made explicit on this year’s Humbug, but the Sheffield band’s excellent second album already betrayed a desire to escape from Britpop stereotypes. So while Alex Turner’s nuanced observations remained rooted in the Steel City, and his winding song structures still had hints of The Strokes and The Libertines, they were now often delivered with significant extra heft, not least thanks to the fervid, aerobic drumming of Matt Helders.

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D’ANGELO

Voodoo Virgin 2000

For his second LP, R&B’s forgotten superstar and his producer, Ahmir “Questlove” Thompson, painstakingly mined the textures of classic soul. Sessions at NYC’s Electric Lady studios (with Sly Stone’s There’s A Riot Going On reportedly on constant loop) produced a seductive, sinuous record that brought a warmth and sensuality – rather than just sexuality – to modern R&B. Despite its success, D’Angelo soon became disillusioned with the music industry and, 10 years on, is yet to make another album.

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MIDLAKE

The Trials Of Van Occupanther BELLA UNION 2006

Though they met as earnest jazz students at the University of North Texas in the late ’90s, by 2006, Midlake had established a world of their own: a curious American backwoods where the creamy harmonies of mid-’70s Fleetwood Mac drifted back to the 19th Century of Henry David Thoreau, combining into a wistful, oddly successful concept album. If the narratives remained hazy, with tracks like “Roscoe” Midlake offered unalloyed classic rock thrills.

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JAY-Z

The Blueprint

ROC-A-FELLA 2001

With no little business cunning, Jay-Z spent

the decade consolidating a position as the rap legend it was OK for rock fans to like: consorting with Coldplay; headlining Glastonbury. His albums, though, were generally inferior to his ’90s output, with this big exception. The Blueprint was a rich tribute to old-school hip hop and classic soul (many samples cued up by Kanye West, then a rookie Roc-A-Fella producer), and a similarly extravagant tribute to Jay-Z himself – an inventively immodest rap kingpin, slaying his rivals (Nas, chiefly) with hilarious bon mots.

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RUFUS WAINWRIGHT

Poses DREAMWORKS 2000

Poses wasn’t so much an album, as a swoon set to music. Rufus’ debut had proclaimed his melodic talent – here, with songs composed while resident at the Chelsea Hotel, he filled out the picture, painting a demi-monde in which he lurched from one exquisite crisis to another, at the mercy of his many cravings. His talent is to trade in self-knowledge – and miraculously, never melodrama.

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LIFT TO EXPERIENCE

The Texas-Jerusalem Crossroads BELLA UNION 2001

Lift To Experience, the earthly vehicle of Josh T Pearson, existed like a thunderclap, penning just one album of elemental force and astonishing conviction before disappearing forever. Luckily, The Texas-Jerusalem Crossroads remains a monumental testament. A concept piece powered by Pearson’s conviction that the end of the world is coming and Texas is the promised land, songs like “These Are The Days” imagined a cosmic country rock lifted on hurricane-force guitar.

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THE ROLLING STONES

A Bigger Bang VIRGIN 2005

At the dawn of the 21st century, even their most loyal fans would’ve doubted that the Stones would make one of the best albums of the decade. Yet while a good few of their records were heralded as ‘returns to form’, A Bigger Bang was the real thing, a capacious package of stadium raunch, blues and industrial-strength innuendo, piloted by a

Mick Jagger who, for once, seemed as engaged by creative decisions as he was by business strategies.

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GHOSTFACE KILLAH

Fishscale DEF JAM 2006

Talk about the fall of an empire. With some of the Wu-Tang Clan starring in movies (Raekwon, Method Man), and some driving taxis, it was only Ghost, the Staten Island crew’s most expressive MC, who in 2006 still seemed focused on hip hop. Those still listening were rewarded with Fishscale: old soul beats, pugilism and, of course, tales of

drug smuggling. This was the

Wu meets The Wire, and thoroughly magnificent for it.

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NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS

The Lyre Of Orpheus/Abattoir Blues

MUTE 2003

The departure of long-time member Blixa Bargeld didn’t scupper the Bad Seeds’ ship – simply steered it into more dangerous waters. With violinist Warren Ellis, and Gallon Drunk’s James Johnston in charge of the noise, Cave took command of his new rock’n’roll concerns – “marriage, flowers, shit like that”. The result was an album of equal parts hysteria and wisteria.

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LORETTA LYNN

Van Lear Rose

INTERSCOPE 2005

Sceptics might have wondered about the wisdom of the ageing country legend teaming up with Jack White, but this collision of cultures was rescued by White’s sincerity, and the fact that Lynn provided most of the songs. Occasionally – as on the amped-up Grammy-winning

duet “Portland Oregon” – White’s musical muscularity threatened to overwhelm the tenderness of Lynn’s songs. But when he let Loretta be Loretta, as on the simple, heartfelt “Miss Being Mrs”, the results were simply bewitching.

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THE WHITE STRIPES

De Stijl SYMPATHY FOR THE RECORD INDUSTRY 2000

The first White Stripes album of the millennium (and the second of their career), De Stijl perfectly showcased Jack and Meg White’s vigorous aesthetic. The title, taken from a Dutch art movement that flourished in the 1920s, signposted a high-concept, minimalist project. But it was hardly a sterile one, as the McCartneyish ballads, flat-out garage rockers and eviscerating blues proved so eloquently. And the showstopping take on Son House’s “Death Letter”, especially, revealed White to be an inventive guitar virtuoso in a quite different class to his indie peers.

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BOB DYLAN

Together Through Life

COLUMBIA 2009

There was a seven year gap between 1990’s Under The Red Sky and Time Out Of Mind, Dylan’s only albums of original material in the ’90s. The past 10 years, however, saw in relatively brisk succession three classic albums of new songs, plus the abundant riches of the Tell Tale Signs archive set. The latter was part of the ongoing Bootleg Series, which since 2000 has included Live 1966, an official release at last for the much-bootlegged Royal Albert Hall performance with The Hawks, and Live 1975, recorded during the Rolling Thunder Tour. As unlikely as it seems to many, another new album, Christmas In The Heart, on which Dylan covers a variety of Christmas carols and yuletide standards is imminently due, wrapping up the decade on a suitably seasonal note.

We should also note that between 2001’s “Love And Theft” and 2005’s Modern Times, Dylan also published Chronicles, a brilliant first volume of his autobiography, which to the relief of anyone who’d struggled 40 years ago with Tarantula was a memoir that fair sparkled with wit, anecdote and colourful digression. In 2003, there was even a movie, the unspurprisingly eccentric Masked & Anonymous, which Dylan wrote and starred in. And then there was Dylan’s blossoming second career as a DJ, as host of Bob Dylan’s Theme Time Radio Hour, not to mention the small matter of what continues to be known, to Dylan’s apparent disapproval, as The Never-Ending Tour. Approaching 70, Dylan, to borrow a phrase from Robert Plant, marches on, undaunted.

Together Through Life was the third of Dylan’s albums of new material in the Noughties and despite the typically hard look it takes at the world and its woes, it was a record of rugged ebullience, sardonic vigour, unkempt and wonderfully raw. Recorded quickly after a commission to write a song for Olivier Dahan’s road movie, My Own Love Song – which inspired the wounded growl of “Life Is Hard” – the prevailing mood of Together Through Life’s 10 tracks was one of boisterous fatalism, played with a stoic swagger and lots of accordion, and sung by Dylan in a voice as old as time itself.

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ROBERT WYATT

Cuckooland HANNIBAL 2003

Even by Wyatt’s own standards Cuckooland was a wonderfully jazzy record, but it still had its undeniably eerie moments. Throughout, a sense of unease and madness in the political world was mirrored in the natural one: here were to be found several sly foxes and a very creepy forest indeed. Paul Weller, David Gilmour and Eno guested – Wyatt himself remained the reluctant star.

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SONIC YOUTH

Murray Street GEFFEN 2002

As the new decade began, fans might have expected the band to drift further into experimental waters, not least with the recruitment of the maverick Jim O’Rourke as a full-time member. Instead, the Noughties saw a renewed focus and drive. Murray Street, named after the band’s studio, mere blocks from Ground Zero, compounded their status as the quintessential New York band of the age – and was good enough to rank alongside their best late-’80s work.

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BJORK

Vespertine ONE LITTLE INDIAN 2001

Originally named ‘Domestika’, and with opening tracks called “Hidden Place” and “Cocoon”, Bj”rk’s fifth solo album was, as that working title suggested, a conscious retreat into private music. A troupe of electronica artists were called in to provide the clicks and cuts, but the vision and aesthetic remained intoxicatingly Bj”rkish, at once loftily conceptual and unnervingly personal; “electronic folk music”, was the phrase she used, aptly.

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MAGNETIC FIELDS

69 Love Songs MERGE 2000

Though he had

been cultivating his songwriterly cult for over a decade, it was only with the release of 69 Love Songs that Stephin Merritt’s audacity became fully apparent. Conceived as an epic variety show/instant songbook, the triple album inaugurated an era of sky-high-concept pop, and delivered on the conceit. With his private company of cowgirls and crooners, across genres from free jazz via Broadway to musique concrŠte, Merritt teased, tormented and tickled the love song into new life.

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INTERPOL

Turn On The Bright Lights MATADOR 2002

Harsher critics called them a Joy Division tribute, but keener ears heard the Psychedelic Furs and the Bunnymen in there too, and multiple plays revealed Turn On The Bright Lights to be one of the more sophisticated offerings of New York’s new wave. “Obstacle 1” melded Paul Banks’ strangulated vocal with rapier-like guitars, while moments like “NYC”, with its wearied refrain that “New York cares”, achieved a smouldering, stately gloom.

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Dizzee Rascal

Boy In Da Corner

XL 2003

Not only did 19-year-old MC Dylan Mills win a Mercury Prize with his debut album, not only did he rap in an arrhythmic, tight-throated patois which reinvented hip hop in an English accent, but his production sounded like nothing on earth –

an eerie mix of Nintendo bleeps, cellphone chirrups and Philip Glass-style minimalism. It would take Dizzee three more albums before he converted critical acclaim into sales, but he’d never make anything as odd as this again. Nobody could.

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Warren Zevon

The Wind ARTEMIS 2003

Zevon’s 2000 comeback album after a five-year musical exile

was the typically mordant Life’ll Kill Ya. With a brutal irony he might in other circumstances have otherwise relished, Zevon only two years later was diagnosed with inoperable cancer and given three months to live. The Wind was his valiant response, unsentimental, harrowing and often defiantly hilarious. Famous friends rallied around, including Jackson Browne, Tom Petty and Bruce Springsteen on the rousing state-of-the-union diatribe, “Disorder In The House”.