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Martha Wainwright, Graham Coxon, Beth Orton To Play Folk Festival

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Martha Wainwright, Graham Coxon, Beth Orton and Robyn Hitchcock will all appear at a tribute to Nick Drake at Birmingham Town Hall this May. The show, produced by Joe Boyd takes place on May 16 as part of the English Originals Folk Festival 2009. The festival aims to celebrate artists that "unique...

Martha Wainwright, Graham Coxon, Beth Orton and Robyn Hitchcock will all appear at a tribute to Nick Drake at Birmingham Town Hall this May.

The show, produced by Joe Boyd takes place on May 16 as part of the English Originals Folk Festival 2009.

The festival aims to celebrate artists that “uniquely English in character, all with a strong sense of place, identity, time and tradition” and will also see performances by Seth Lakeman and Rachel Unthank and the Winterset take place between May 15 and 17 at the Town Hall and Symphony Hall.

See the website for more details of these shows plus a host of free event taking place: www.thsh.co.uk/englishoriginals2009

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Jean-Pierre Melville Box-set

Born Jean-Pierre Grumbach, the great French director renamed himself after *Moby Dick*’s author, and made films that paid homage to America’s hardboiled tradition, while practising a deeply French existentialism. The crime movies for which he’s best known are stripped to the bone, but crawl with strange, even surreal undercurrents. Although closely modelled on classic Hollywood gangster movies, they claimed the term "noir" back for France. This six-disc set contains four of his best thrillers, and two even more extraordinary films that help show where they came from. *Bob Le Flambeur* (1955) was his first crime movie, a moodily atmospheric, but unexpectedly wistful film. Shot in a twilight Paris, it’s the story of an aging gambler, a man out of time, assembling an impossible casino heist. Laying down Melville’s abiding theme - honour– it remains modern and truly surprising, as does *Le Doulos* (1962), with Jean Paul Belmondo pure punk as the rumoured stoolpigeon of the title. The plot is a confusion of double-crossing and revenge, Melville’s world a hazardous shadow-city of blank streets, isolated houses, cheap hotels. The free, tense energy and hard, easy humour makes clear why he was one of the few older homegrown directors France’s New Wave adored. His penultimate film, *Le Cercle Rouge* (1970) is an unqualified masterpiece, the crime-movie's *Once Upon a Time in the West*, the rituals of the heist refined to their essence. Alain Delon plays a glacial ex-con, planning to take down an exclusive Parisian jewellery store, even though he knows the cops are closing in. A steely, moody thing, with some the genre’s tensest set pieces and its own deeply mysterious vibe, it leads to Melville’s last movie, *Un Flic* (1972), with Delon reincarnated on the other side of the eternal cycle, the cop chasing the master thief this time. Melville’s fascination with a hidden underworld society can be explained by the fact that, during the early 1940s, he was a member of the French Resistance. The two other films here return to that period. *Leon Morin, Pretre* (1961), is unclassifiable. It begins by examining life for a woman left alone in an occupied town as the Nazis arrive, then shoots into casual metaphysics through her relationship with a raffish, radical young priest (Belmondo, at his most magnetic). Finally, *Army of Shadows* (1969), is another masterpiece, Melville’s most personal movie, and most devastating: an unblinking account of a Resistance unit who put aside all human feeling to devote themselves terribly to their cause, no matter how hopeless it seems. Melville applies the rhythms of his gangster movies, rendering the film as enthralling as it is upsetting: you can’t take your eyes away, but you don’t want to look - because, in this life or death struggle, the lives and the deaths actually mean something. EXTRAS: 3*Interviews with Melville associates, commentaries by French film historian Ginette Vincendeau. DAMIEN LOVE

Born Jean-Pierre Grumbach, the great French director renamed himself after *Moby Dick*’s author, and made films that paid homage to America’s hardboiled tradition, while practising a deeply French existentialism. The crime movies for which he’s best known are stripped to the bone, but crawl with strange, even surreal undercurrents. Although closely modelled on classic Hollywood gangster movies, they claimed the term “noir” back for France.

This six-disc set contains four of his best thrillers, and two even more extraordinary films that help show where they came from. *Bob Le Flambeur* (1955) was his first crime movie, a moodily atmospheric, but unexpectedly wistful film. Shot in a twilight Paris, it’s the story of an aging gambler, a man out of time, assembling an impossible casino heist. Laying down Melville’s abiding theme – honour– it remains modern and truly surprising, as does *Le Doulos* (1962), with Jean Paul Belmondo pure punk as the rumoured stoolpigeon of the title. The plot is a confusion of double-crossing and revenge, Melville’s world a hazardous shadow-city of blank streets, isolated houses, cheap hotels. The free, tense energy and hard, easy humour makes clear why he was one of the few older homegrown directors France’s New Wave adored.

His penultimate film, *Le Cercle Rouge* (1970) is an unqualified masterpiece, the crime-movie’s *Once Upon a Time in the West*, the rituals of the heist refined to their essence. Alain Delon plays a glacial ex-con, planning to take down an exclusive Parisian jewellery store, even though he knows the cops are closing in. A steely, moody thing, with some the genre’s tensest set pieces and its own deeply mysterious vibe, it leads to Melville’s last movie, *Un Flic* (1972), with Delon reincarnated on the other side of the eternal cycle, the cop chasing the master thief this time.

Melville’s fascination with a hidden underworld society can be explained by the fact that, during the early 1940s, he was a member of the French Resistance. The two other films here return to that period. *Leon Morin, Pretre* (1961), is unclassifiable. It begins by examining life for a woman left alone in an occupied town as the Nazis arrive, then shoots into casual metaphysics through her relationship with a raffish, radical young priest (Belmondo, at his most magnetic).

Finally, *Army of Shadows* (1969), is another masterpiece, Melville’s most personal movie, and most devastating: an unblinking account of a Resistance unit who put aside all human feeling to devote themselves terribly to their cause, no matter how hopeless it seems. Melville applies the rhythms of his gangster movies, rendering the film as enthralling as it is upsetting: you can’t take your eyes away, but you don’t want to look – because, in this life or death struggle, the lives and the deaths actually mean something.

EXTRAS: 3*Interviews with Melville associates, commentaries by French film historian Ginette Vincendeau.

DAMIEN LOVE

LA Confidential Special Edition

Curtis Hanson’s 1997 thriller is a rare case of Hollywood doing justice to James Ellroy. The Fifties feel is a spot-on blend of dazzle and noir, and among a fine cast including Kevin Spacey and Kim Basinger, cops Russell Crowe (brawn) and Guy Pearce (brain) make smartly contrasting allies/adversar...

Curtis Hanson’s 1997 thriller is a rare case of Hollywood doing justice to James Ellroy. The Fifties feel is a spot-on blend of dazzle and noir, and among a fine cast including Kevin Spacey and Kim Basinger, cops Russell Crowe (brawn) and Guy Pearce (brain) make smartly contrasting allies/adversaries. While stylish, the film fearlessly picks over humanity at its worst.

EXTRAS: 4* Second disc with seven featurettes, commentary by cast and crew including Ellroy, trailers. Etc.

CHRIS ROBERTS

Part 12: Moby Grape’s Peter Lewis

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PETER LEWIS Moby Grape songwriter, guitarist and founder; bonded with Young during gigs in San Francisco in 1966 – a “trade” was briefly mooted: Lewis to join Buffalo Springfield in exchange for Young joining Moby Grape. *** Neil once played me an early acetate of 'Everybody Knows This I...

PETER LEWIS

Moby Grape songwriter, guitarist and founder; bonded with Young during gigs in San Francisco in 1966 – a “trade” was briefly mooted: Lewis to join Buffalo Springfield in exchange for Young joining Moby Grape.

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Neil once played me an early acetate of ‘Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere’. I’d met up with this chick who knew both of us. She was a super-groupie who was like one of those chicks in Almost Famous. She used to hunt me down all the time and one day she found me in LA, so I went out to se her that night at her place in Topanga Canyon. She told me she’d been hanging around with the Buffalo Springfield, or the remnants of it, and that Neil was living just up the street. So we went up there to visit. He had an A-frame and I remember a long flight of stairs leading up to it, with an intercom. She pressed it and I heard Neil go [affects high-pitched voice] “Who’s there?” When I said it was me, he said “Oh, come on up”. But when he opened the door and saw who I was walking up the steps with, he freaked out because he had just got married to Susan. Neil was even whiter than he usually was. I was trying to play it cool, but I presumed that whoever knew her had already slept with her.

Anyway, we went in there to this room where he had this big throne and he said: “I want you to hear this.” He put on the acetate of Everybody Knows this Is Nowhere and we just sat there, smoking dope and listening to it. At the end I said: “Neil, you’re going to be a big star, man”. It was that obvious. I knew what he’d always been trying to do, but he’d had a hard time getting the rest of Buffalo Springfield to let him do it. They had a similar thing to us in Moby Grape where everybody was kind of stumbling over each other to get to the limelight or something. Stephen [Stills] and Neil had a real rivalry over who was going to play lead. Neil wanted to do that but hadn’t found a voice yet. I had dinner with Jimmy Messina the other night and he was telling me about the rivalry in Buffalo Springfield. And I don’t think Neil really wanted to get into that.

Whenever it all became too much, suddenly he was just not around. And with his first solo record, he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to be Bob Dylan. Then he made Everybody Knows… in his basement. He’s just like that, he gets an idea in his head and executes it instead of thinking about it. He knew it would work if he could just do it. Nobody else could write those kind of songs. The other part of it was the fact he’d been able to get in with these guys [Crazy Horse] who did whatever he told them to do. The other people he’d played with, like Nils Lofgren, were always giving him advice and stuff.

When Neil was in Buffalo Springfield and I was in Moby Grape, there’s this weird thing that kind of happened that I still don’t understand. We were driving back to the city [San Francisco] after practicing at [Sausalito houseboat-turned-live venue] The Ark and Neil wanted me to drop him off at Marty Balin’s house. Somehow my wife ended up picking us up. She had this thing where she’d be a real flirt and she just zoned in on Neil. So when we got to Marty’s place, Neil was a little embarrassed, but then she was real pretty and was just staring at him. Neil went back to LA and then about a week later, my wife wanted to go to LA. And since we had this weird thing going on where everybody was cheating on everybody else, I’d had enough of it and told her to just go. So she left but then came back. I always thought she went down there to go screw Neil, but then somehow he didn’t want to get involved where I’d left off. He may have fucked her, but that was it. Not long after she came back, she was pregnant. I didn’t think of it until much later, but I always wondered about my first son.

So I knew Neil on some level. There was something about him I could dig, in a way I understood him before he became a star. There was even some weird thing where he nearly joined Moby Grape and I nearly joined the Buffalo Springfield. Neil and Stephen and the Buffalo Springfield hung out with Moby Grape for a while when we had these houses on Malibu Beach. They’d be coming up there all the time. It eventually got to a point where we had to go and make our second record [1968’s Wow] in New York because we just couldn’t work. It was all this screwing around.

What made him special? He didn’t let whatever liabilities he had become overwhelming, he turned everything around. Neil could just shock you with something. It was like making a liability into an asset. I don’t know how else to describe it. Other people were scared of Neil because they sensed that about him. If anybody was going to get out of that scene alive, it was him. He never seemed to have any doubts about himself.

Neil’s an interesting guy, because he’s not easy to understand. You could drive a hundred miles in the car with him and he wouldn’t say a word. I think he sometimes suffers in that, like other famous people, there’s a sense of loneliness about not being able to get any help from his fellow stars. They can commiserate but not really help. There’s no real bottom to it, you’ve just got to make a choice whenever you want it to stop. With Neil, he’s kind of had to deal with that all his life. And maybe it made him a better candidate for stardom than somebody who didn’t understand any of that at all. It seemed like he was able to keep everything in some kind of perspective. I mean, the ‘Sixties was a confusing time. A lot of people thought that taking more drugs would make them feel better, but Neil couldn’t do that because he had epilepsy. The whole thing was about getting high with people, but it didn’t seem to hurt Neil’s music in any way. His music was psychedelic.

INTERVIEW: ROB HUGHES

Part 11: Los Angeles Singer, Robin Lane

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PART 11: ROBIN LANE LA singer and musician. Lived with Young for a few weeks in 1966 and sang on Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere UNCUT: When did you first meet Neil? LANE: I was friends with these guys that had a house in Laurel Canyon, who had a band called the Rockets. Danny Whitten was a really good friend of mine. One night Neil just showed up. What were your first impressions of Neil? He was very tall, kind of gangly, and after he heard me sing a song and play my guitar, he said: “D’you wanna go for a ride in my hearse?” I liked his songs, but he was just another musician. There were a lot hanging round there at the Rockets’ house. They sold weed, and so Gram Parsons, Three Dog Night, Tim Hardin, Tim Buckley, a million people would be there. Did Neil’s reputation precede him? No. But I’d heard the Buffalo Springfield. He wasn’t too forthcoming with anything. What kind of guy did he turn out to be, when you knew him a bit better? Well I stayed in his cabin up on Laurel Canyon for a while. He was, at that time, closed off, emotionally. But so were we all. People were doing a lot of drugs, and hiding behind drugs. I don’t think he was doing drugs then. He was obsessed with his music, and writing songs. He wanted to be a success in the music business. Was he obsessed with that to the extent that everything else was secondary? We were all really young, and you can’t really get into someone’s psyche at that age. Then I was just a waif of a girl, maybe still in high school. What I observed was that he wrote songs, which I’d learn and go round playing them when I auditioned at record company offices. I didn’t think about business or success. But the men did. Neil said to me, “You’re like all the other women I know who play music. They don’t see it as a career. They just do it.” Can you describe Neil’s cabin? It was up a hill, at the end of a cul de sac. You had to walk up a major flight of stairs outside, and then there was a nice little patio around the garden. And all I can remember is one room, with a bed, and you sat on the bed when people came over to play music. It was brown, might have been made out of logs. This was around ’66, ’67. If you think back and picture being at Neil’s cabin, who might be there, and what would be happening? Well, one time he got in a big fight with Stephen Stills, because Neil was ducking out on rehearsals. And Stephen Stills came up yelling that Neil was ruining his [Stephen’s] career. Musicians would come by and play. Would there be eating, drinking, smoking? I remember eating a lot of cream and wheat with him. It wasn’t like now, when people go to restaurants. Food wasn’t a priority for anyone I knew. Neil never cooked anything. I don’t know if there was a kitchen in his cabin. I don’t remember Neil smoking pot. In fact one time I was sitting in his hearse, and he got mad at me for smoking pot in it. Who else might have been passing by, at Neil’s cabin? Stephen Stills, Bruce Palmer, really sweet person. Bob Lind, who sang “The Elusive Butterfly of Love”, which was really, really corny, but it was a big hit then. And Buffalo Springfield’s managers were around. When socialising was going on, how did Neil fit into that? Did he sit in the corner - not really doing too much? No, he had a personality. He just had that laugh, like he knows something that you don’t. Our relationship was like the Dead Sea Scrolls - like there’d be something profound happening, but you don’t know what it is. Referring directly to Archives, what do you remember of the seesions for “Round and Round (It Won’t Be Long)” When I sang “Round And Round” with him and Danny [Whitten], Danny brought me into the studio. Neil listened to some of my songs, and was really sweet. And then we went into the studio and cut the song in one or two takes. There was a platform that you could sit on, and the three of us sat around, maybe with just the one mic. We all played guitar. I was just making it up as I went along - not the lyrics, but the “ooh oohs”. We did it once or twice, then Neil said, “Okay, that’s it!” and I was really amazed. We’d done the song before together. When I first met him, he taught me the song, and then we’d play it together up at the Rocket house, with other musicians that came up there. The Rocket house was full of pot-smoke. My impression of singing that song with him then was of darkness. I didn’t notice the sun. There was a lot that went on there that helped define me. I don’t know that it defined Neil. He came already knowing what he was doing. Did he seem above what was going on around him - the socialising? He was in his own world. Oh, yeah. And it was an unusual world for me. I admired all those musicians so much, so I was pretty shy and awkward around them, and just watched. But a lot of people were a lot friendlier than Neil. Neil was friendly, but he was just weird. Meaning he was different than other people. I think his personality’s the same even now - he’s droll. And kind of trollish, then. A gentle troll. Someone who was dancing to his own music. There were other people who you could just be normal with. I never felt like you could be normal with Neil. He always seemed to have something going on in his head. I couldn’t tell you what. There weren’t many conversations. I would listen to him, and he’d tell me stuff about his songs. One time, his grandmother had died, and I felt really bad for him. He was crying, and I was feeling sad. And he got mad at me for feeling sad with him: “She’s not your grandmother!” That’s kind of a funny thing…He probably thought I was a phoney. But he was really young. Did he come across as superior? Yeah. But he didn’t mean to be. He was kind of a colourful guy. Like someone who was in the CIA. He just had something going, and you didn’t know what it was. He seemed very self-sufficient. And he was wry and droll, and quick and snappy. After I moved out of his cabin, I still saw Buffalo Springfield, but only saw Neil casually. When I played my songs for him, that time I went in to sing on “Round and Round”, he was really encouraging. He told me I was talented. When you sang with Neil, did he take real pleasure in singing? He liked singing his songs. Barbra Streisand or someone would take pleasure in their singing. I think he liked the whole deal that he had - he wrote these songs, and he sang them in that voice that was Neil Young. INTERVIEW: NICK HASTED

PART 11: ROBIN LANE

LA singer and musician. Lived with Young for a few weeks in 1966 and sang on Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere

UNCUT: When did you first meet Neil?

LANE: I was friends with these guys that had a house in Laurel Canyon, who had a band called the Rockets. Danny Whitten was a really good friend of mine. One night Neil just showed up.

What were your first impressions of Neil?

He was very tall, kind of gangly, and after he heard me sing a song and play my guitar, he said: “D’you wanna go for a ride in my hearse?” I liked his songs, but he was just another musician. There were a lot hanging round there at the Rockets’ house. They sold weed, and so Gram Parsons, Three Dog Night, Tim Hardin, Tim Buckley, a million people would be there.

Did Neil’s reputation precede him?

No. But I’d heard the Buffalo Springfield. He wasn’t too forthcoming with anything.

What kind of guy did he turn out to be, when you knew him a bit better?

Well I stayed in his cabin up on Laurel Canyon for a while. He was, at that time, closed off, emotionally. But so were we all. People were doing a lot of drugs, and hiding behind drugs. I don’t think he was doing drugs then. He was obsessed with his music, and writing songs. He wanted to be a success in the music business.

Was he obsessed with that to the extent that everything else was secondary?

We were all really young, and you can’t really get into someone’s psyche at that age. Then I was just a waif of a girl, maybe still in high school. What I observed was that he wrote songs, which I’d learn and go round playing them when I auditioned at record company offices. I didn’t think about business or success. But the men did. Neil said to me, “You’re like all the other women I know who play music. They don’t see it as a career. They just do it.”

Can you describe Neil’s cabin?

It was up a hill, at the end of a cul de sac. You had to walk up a major flight of stairs outside, and then there was a nice little patio around the garden. And all I can remember is one room, with a bed, and you sat on the bed when people came over to play music. It was brown, might have been made out of logs. This was around ’66, ’67.

If you think back and picture being at Neil’s cabin, who might be there, and what would be happening?

Well, one time he got in a big fight with Stephen Stills, because Neil was ducking out on rehearsals. And Stephen Stills came up yelling that Neil was ruining his [Stephen’s] career. Musicians would come by and play.

Would there be eating, drinking, smoking?

I remember eating a lot of cream and wheat with him. It wasn’t like now, when people go to restaurants. Food wasn’t a priority for anyone I knew. Neil never cooked anything. I don’t know if there was a kitchen in his cabin. I don’t remember Neil smoking pot. In fact one time I was sitting in his hearse, and he got mad at me for smoking pot in it.

Who else might have been passing by, at Neil’s cabin?

Stephen Stills, Bruce Palmer, really sweet person. Bob Lind, who sang “The Elusive Butterfly of Love”, which was really, really corny, but it was a big hit then. And Buffalo Springfield’s managers were around.

When socialising was going on, how did Neil fit into that? Did he sit in the corner – not really doing too much?

No, he had a personality. He just had that laugh, like he knows something that you don’t. Our relationship was like the Dead Sea Scrolls – like there’d be something profound happening, but you don’t know what it is.

Referring directly to Archives, what do you remember of the seesions for “Round and Round (It Won’t Be Long)”

When I sang “Round And Round” with him and Danny [Whitten], Danny brought me into the studio. Neil listened to some of my songs, and was really sweet. And then we went into the studio and cut the song in one or two takes. There was a platform that you could sit on, and the three of us sat around, maybe with just the one mic. We all played guitar. I was just making it up as I went along – not the lyrics, but the “ooh oohs”. We did it once or twice, then Neil said, “Okay, that’s it!” and I was really amazed. We’d done the song before together. When I first met him, he taught me the song, and then we’d play it together up at the Rocket house, with other musicians that came up there. The Rocket house was full of pot-smoke. My impression of singing that song with him then was of darkness. I didn’t notice the sun. There was a lot that went on there that helped define me. I don’t know that it defined Neil. He came already knowing what he was doing.

Did he seem above what was going on around him – the socialising?

He was in his own world. Oh, yeah. And it was an unusual world for me. I admired all those musicians so much, so I was pretty shy and awkward around them, and just watched. But a lot of people were a lot friendlier than Neil. Neil was friendly, but he was just weird. Meaning he was different than other people. I think his personality’s the same even now – he’s droll. And kind of trollish, then. A gentle troll. Someone who was dancing to his own music. There were other people who you could just be normal with. I never felt like you could be normal with Neil. He always seemed to have something going on in his head. I couldn’t tell you what. There weren’t many conversations. I would listen to him, and he’d tell me stuff about his songs. One time, his grandmother had died, and I felt really bad for him. He was crying, and I was feeling sad. And he got mad at me for feeling sad with him: “She’s not your grandmother!” That’s kind of a funny thing…He probably thought I was a phoney. But he was really young.

Did he come across as superior?

Yeah. But he didn’t mean to be. He was kind of a colourful guy. Like someone who was in the CIA. He just had something going, and you didn’t know what it was. He seemed very self-sufficient. And he was wry and droll, and quick and snappy. After I moved out of his cabin, I still saw Buffalo Springfield, but only saw Neil casually. When I played my songs for him, that time I went in to sing on “Round and Round”, he was really encouraging. He told me I was talented.

When you sang with Neil, did he take real pleasure in singing?

He liked singing his songs. Barbra Streisand or someone would take pleasure in their singing. I think he liked the whole deal that he had – he wrote these songs, and he sang them in that voice that was Neil Young.

INTERVIEW: NICK HASTED

The Hold Steady Add Four New Dates To UK Tour

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The Hold Steady have announced they are to extend their forthcoming UK tour, adding four new shows. The extra headline shows will take place in Leeds, Cambridge, Falmouth and Bristol. The full Hold Steady dates are now: Belfast Odyssey Arena (May 7) Dublin IE O2 Arena (8) Glasgow SECC (10) Manchester Evening News Arena (11) Birmingham NIA (13) London Wembley Arena (14) Cardiff Arena (16) Bournemouth BIC (18) Leeds Cockpit (19) Cambridge Junction (20) Falmouth Pavilion (22) Bristol Dot to Dot Festival (23) Brighton Centre (24) For more music and film news click here

The Hold Steady have announced they are to extend their forthcoming UK tour, adding four new shows.

The extra headline shows will take place in Leeds, Cambridge, Falmouth and Bristol.

The full Hold Steady dates are now:

Belfast Odyssey Arena (May 7)

Dublin IE O2 Arena (8)

Glasgow SECC (10)

Manchester Evening News Arena (11)

Birmingham NIA (13)

London Wembley Arena (14)

Cardiff Arena (16)

Bournemouth BIC (18)

Leeds Cockpit (19)

Cambridge Junction (20)

Falmouth Pavilion (22)

Bristol Dot to Dot Festival (23)

Brighton Centre (24)

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Super Furry Animals To Launch New Album With Online Gig

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Super Furry Animals are to launch their new album 'Dark Days/ Light Years' with a live gig webcast tonight (March 16). Gruff Rhys and co. will perform the whole of the new album live from the recording studio Music Box in Cardiff, where the follow-up to 2007's 'Hey Venus!' was made. The album will...

Super Furry Animals are to launch their new album ‘Dark Days/ Light Years’ with a live gig webcast tonight (March 16).

Gruff Rhys and co. will perform the whole of the new album live from the recording studio Music Box in Cardiff, where the follow-up to 2007’s ‘Hey Venus!’ was made.

The album will be available to download from 8pm tonight, before it’s physical release on CD and vinyl on April 13.

You can read Uncut’s preview of Dark Days/ Light Years HERE.

The live Super Furry Animals webcast will take place from 8pm (GMT) on Monday March 16 at www.superfurry.com.

A free MP3 of album track and future single “Inaugural Trams”, featuring Nick from Franz Ferdinand is also available at the band’s site.

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Spiritualized To Play Ladies And Gentlemen Live In London

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Spiritualized will play 'Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space' live in it's entirety at London's Royal Festival Hall. The 1997, No. 4 charting, classic album will be performed in full on October 12, 2009, with the band accompanied by a choir and string and horn sections. Coinciding with t...

Spiritualized will play ‘Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space‘ live in it’s entirety at London’s Royal Festival Hall.

The 1997, No. 4 charting, classic album will be performed in full on October 12, 2009, with the band accompanied by a choir and string and horn sections.

Coinciding with the live gig, an expanded Legacy Edition of the album will be released in October, with added material and new packaging. More details to be confirmed.

The Ladie and Gentlemen show is the first Don’t Look Back show announced so far. The annual series, organised by All Tomorrow’s Parties sees bands revisit classic albums live. Previous participants include Teenage Fanclub and The Lemonheads.

Tickets for the DLB Spiritualized show will go on sale on Thursday March 19th at 10am.

Spiritualized will also be appearing at the following this Summer:

‘Spaceship’ Show, Queen Elizabeth Hall, London (April 20)

The Assembly, Leamington Spa (May 8)

All Tomorrow’s Parties, Minehead (May 10)

The Big Chill, Eastnor Castle, Herefordshire (August 8)

For more album reviews, click here for the UNCUT music archive

Pic credit: Neil Thomson

The Who – The Who Sell Out

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For those who’ve let it slip under their radar, 'The Who Sell Out' is all these: An unlikely amalgam of belting songs, real radio jingles, fake adverts and a proto-opera… Something that could have been a hideous mess, but instead is a wonderfully strange, strangely wonderful minor master-piece... A last hurrah for, and fond farewell to, the UK Pop Art scene, and to the pirate radio stations closed down in the summer of ’67 by Tony Benn... Unlike anything in British rock before or since... The band’s bridge between parochial power pop and global stadium rock. But most astonishing of all is how the record emerged at all, never mind in its unique form. In the middle months of ’67 The Who were adrift. In a UK left reeling by Sgt Pepper, they were snootily regarded as a singles band. Despite the hits, they were still not filling megadomes; in the run-up to this LP, The Who played Granada cinemas in Walthamstow, Kettering and Maidstone. In America, they’d performed at Monterey (their set was later described by Eric Burdon as “a monster... brutality... rape”), but their theatrical thunder had been stolen by Track labelmate Jimi Hendrix. And Pete Townshend (still months away from the calming influence of marriage to Karen Astley and the discovery of Meher Baba) was growing increasingly irascible and directionless. In the prevailing atmosphere, Townshend might have been expected to jump aboard the psychedelic train that was then at full steam. But he’d already slagged off both The Beatles’ groundbreaking “Strawberry Fields Forever” and the evident brilliance of The Beach Boys’ Pet Sounds. When …Sell Out’s own psych opus, “I Can See For Miles”, didn’t top the UK charts, he snarled, “To me it was the ultimate Who record... I spat on the British record buyer.” Equally, the influence of Hendrix had proved a double-edged sword. Pete switched to a Fender Stratocaster and his playing became wilder, more free. But he was also cowed by the sheer genius of the American, and his songwriting took on a quieter, introspective bent. Thus, when he returned to London in the middle of a US summer tour (with Herman’s Hermits!), Townshend found co-manager Chris Stamp preparing to release a hotchpotch comprised of vaguely psychedelic rockers and archetypical Who character vignettes. “Cheesy” was how the guitarist later described the proposed slop of material, some of it substandard. More songs would need to be recorded for sure, and there also ensued a frantic brainstorm, as guitarist and manager sought to find something that would give the album an angle, a focus, a point of difference. The offshore radio stations had just been closed down (to be replaced by the white bread bonhomie of Radio 1). They decided to try and make the record sound like a pirate broadcast; the original jingles of Radio London – which broadcast from an ex-US navy minesweeper moored just off Frinton-on-Sea – were sought and used; the original American makers of the jingles would eventually sue the band. The Who had also recently made some commercials for Coca-Cola; now the group would create a bunch of fake promos (John Entwistle and Keith Moon composed most of them in the boozer) to add to the whole thing’s sense of manic ingenuity. Even after four decades of familiarity, the jingles and ads are still amazing, rendering the record both more in touch with the real, commercial, world in which music is made, and simultaneously completely at odds with the arty aloofness of the music biz itself. Still things didn’t run smoothly; that wasn’t The Who way. John Entwistle broke a finger punching a dressing-room wall; Keith Moon suffered a hernia; Roger Daltrey – required for the now-classic sleeve to sit for hours in a bath of baked beans – got pneumonia. And The Who’s recording sessions (unlike those of, say, The Beatles) were haphazard affairs, done here and there, all over the place. The mini-opera “Rael” (itself the blueprint for several parts of Tommy) had to be recorded twice, on two different continents, after the first lot of tapes were thrown into a dumpster by a studio cleaner. And the Track Records ad that finishes the second side was recorded over the phone, Moon and Entwistle crooning it from a nearby public bar. This definitive two-disc edition – crammed with try-outs, outtakes and discards, some of them brilliant (“Glittering Girl”, “Jaguar”) – perfectly and finally captures that creative chaos. In the end, though, Townshend’s wonderful songs (“I Can See For Miles”, “Our Love Was”, “I Can’t Reach You”, “Relax” and the rest), and the band’s sheer exuberance, overcame all obstacles. The Who went on to make more important records (Live At Leeds, Tommy) and better records (Who’s Next, Quadrophenia). But, as this package joyously proves, they never made anything more entertaining or endearing. DANNY KELLY For more album reviews, click here for the UNCUT music archive

For those who’ve let it slip under their radar, ‘The Who Sell Out’ is all these: An unlikely amalgam of belting songs, real radio jingles, fake adverts and a proto-opera… Something that could have been a hideous mess, but instead is a wonderfully strange, strangely wonderful minor master-piece… A last hurrah for, and fond farewell to, the UK Pop Art scene, and to the pirate radio stations closed down in the summer of ’67 by Tony Benn… Unlike anything in British rock before or since… The band’s bridge between parochial power pop and global stadium rock. But most astonishing of all is how the record emerged at all, never mind in its unique form.

In the middle months of ’67 The Who were adrift. In a UK left reeling by Sgt Pepper, they were snootily regarded as a singles band. Despite the hits, they were still not filling megadomes; in the run-up to this LP, The Who played Granada cinemas in Walthamstow, Kettering and Maidstone. In America, they’d performed at Monterey (their set was later described by Eric Burdon as “a monster… brutality… rape”), but their theatrical thunder had been stolen by Track labelmate Jimi Hendrix. And Pete Townshend (still months away from the calming influence of marriage to Karen Astley and the discovery of Meher Baba) was growing increasingly irascible and directionless.

In the prevailing atmosphere, Townshend might have been expected to jump aboard the psychedelic train that was then at full steam. But he’d already slagged off both The Beatles’ groundbreaking “Strawberry Fields Forever” and the evident brilliance of The Beach Boys’ Pet Sounds. When …Sell Out’s own psych opus, “I Can See For Miles”, didn’t top the UK charts, he snarled, “To me it was the ultimate Who record… I spat on the British record buyer.” Equally, the influence of Hendrix had proved a double-edged sword. Pete switched to a Fender Stratocaster and his playing became wilder, more free. But he was also cowed by the sheer genius of the American, and his songwriting took on a quieter, introspective bent.

Thus, when he returned to London in the middle of a US summer tour (with Herman’s Hermits!), Townshend found co-manager Chris Stamp preparing to release a hotchpotch comprised of vaguely psychedelic rockers and archetypical Who character vignettes. “Cheesy” was how the guitarist later described the proposed slop of material, some of it substandard. More songs would need to be recorded for sure, and there also ensued a frantic brainstorm, as guitarist and manager sought to find something that would give the album an angle, a focus, a point of difference.

The offshore radio stations had just been closed down (to be replaced by the white bread bonhomie of Radio 1). They decided to try and make the record sound like a pirate broadcast; the original jingles of Radio London – which broadcast from an ex-US navy minesweeper moored just off Frinton-on-Sea – were sought and used; the original American makers of the jingles would eventually sue the band. The Who had also recently made some commercials for Coca-Cola; now the group would create a bunch of fake promos (John Entwistle and Keith Moon composed most of them in the boozer) to add to the whole thing’s sense of manic ingenuity. Even after four decades of familiarity, the jingles and ads are still amazing, rendering the record both more in touch with the real, commercial, world in which music is made, and simultaneously completely at odds with the arty aloofness of the music biz itself.

Still things didn’t run smoothly; that wasn’t The Who way. John Entwistle broke a finger punching a dressing-room wall; Keith Moon suffered a hernia; Roger Daltrey – required for the now-classic sleeve to sit for hours in a bath of baked beans – got pneumonia. And The Who’s recording sessions (unlike those of, say, The Beatles) were haphazard affairs, done here and there, all over the place. The mini-opera “Rael” (itself the blueprint for several parts of Tommy) had to be recorded twice, on two different continents, after the first lot of tapes were thrown into a dumpster by a studio cleaner. And the Track Records ad that finishes the second side was recorded over the phone, Moon and Entwistle crooning it from a nearby public bar. This definitive two-disc edition – crammed with try-outs, outtakes and discards, some of them brilliant (“Glittering Girl”, “Jaguar”) – perfectly and finally captures that creative chaos.

In the end, though, Townshend’s wonderful songs (“I Can See For Miles”, “Our Love Was”, “I Can’t Reach You”, “Relax” and the rest), and the band’s sheer exuberance, overcame all obstacles. The Who went on to make more important records (Live At Leeds, Tommy) and better records (Who’s Next, Quadrophenia). But, as this package joyously proves, they never made anything more entertaining or endearing.

DANNY KELLY

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Marianne Faithfull – Easy Come, Easy Go

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You could listen for a long time to Marianne Faithfull singing “Down From Dover” before you identified the author of the song. As Faithfull delivers it, “Dover” is a maudlin thing, slightly soulful, and faintly funky in a Southern way. Leave the voice out of it, and it sounds like a companion piece to “Ode To Billy Joe”, though Faithfull and Bobbie Gentry are not easily confused. Structurally, “Down From Dover” is a song without a chorus, and a verse which is ominous to the point of being literally dreadful. So, even before Faithfull reaches the part of the narrative in which the singer reveals the stillbirth of a baby fathered by an absent, careless father, the dire outcome of the lyric is never in doubt. It is a story that’s always going to end badly. Who would give life to a song this black, this hopeless? You might guess Nick Cave. But “Down From Dover” was written by Dolly Parton. And that, really, is what Hal Willner does. As a producer, he’s noted for his extravagantly realised tribute albums, in which unsuitable artists remake the music of improbable songwriters. When this process works, as it mostly does, the negatives cancel each other out, and the song is reborn. Of course, Faithfull and Willner go back a long way. The singer and the producer first met in 1982, and Willner manned the desk on two of her best records, Blazing Away and Strange Weather. Willner understands – perhaps better than the singer herself – how to get the best out of Faithfull. This is a matter of direction as much as production. Again, there’s an element of counter-intuitiveness in play, since Faithfull is nobody’s idea of a technically gifted singer. Bluntly, her voice is wrecked, but rather than shy away from this, Willner makes a virtue of it. Faithfull’s voice is a tough muscle, harder than it is pretty. It doesn’t really matter how it got that way, whether through cigarettes or whisky or cocaine: the sound it makes now is one of endurance and strength. It’s stoneground, and oddly harsh for a woman. Easy Come Easy Go is a sequel of sorts to Strange Weather. It is a covers album in which the predictable choices (in thrall to Billie Holiday on “Solitude”, Sarah Vaughan on “Black Coffee”, or duetting with a heavy-breathing Jarvis Cocker on “Somewhere”), are outnumbered by the shocks. “Dear God, Please Help Me” really is the Morrissey song, but Faithfull delivers it as a hymn to decrepitude without any of the author’s archness. (Apparently, Lou Reed suggested it, which is almost too much information.) Yes, “Hold On, Hold On” is the Neko Case song, and Chan Marshall does a lovely job on harmonies, but the ’60s twang of the original is pulled into a new shape by the psychedelic droning of Sean Lennon and Barry Reynolds’ guitars and Warren Ellis’ ritual torture of the electric violin (Willner calls his solo “Hendrix meets Alice Coltrane”). The eerie sensation you get on listening to “How Many Worlds” is only partly explained by the dawning realisation that this actually is the Brian Eno song, albeit delivered in a spirit of blatant disregard for the ambient rhyming of the original. And there’s a lovely moment when Faithfull’s forceful retooling of the traditional “Kimbie” (much more Mark Lanegan than it is Nick Drake) fades into a verse of “I Wish I Was A Mole In The Ground” (which Willner previously revisited on his tribute to Harry Smith’s Anthology Of American Folk Music.) It’s an extravagantly orchestrated set, but with Marc Ribot as lead guitarist and the Dirty Three’s Jim White on drums, the playing remains off-kilter, to quite thrilling effect. True, there are moments when Willner overreaches with his urge to subvert, notably on Smokey Robinson’s “Ooh Baby Baby”: Steven Bernstein’s arrangement comes over all Barry White, with Ribot’s wah-wah pedal indulging a previously suppressed love of blaxploitation soundtracks, but the mood is squandered by the sudden appearance of Antony Hegarty, sounding ever more like a bewildered eunuch. And Traffic’s “Many A Mile To Freedom” comes and goes to little effect. But wait! There’s Nick Cave offering grim harmonies on The Decemberists’ “The Crane Wife 3”, and the strange, deathly rattle that accompanies Faithfull on Merle Haggard’s “Sing Me Back Home” is none other than Keith Richards, reprising a tune he used to play with Gram Parsons. This reading is inspired by the solo version Richards performed on a 1977 Toronto bootleg. Granted, Keith is no Gram, Marianne is no Emmylou, and it sounds nothing like Merle. But it is haggard, almost derelict, and defiantly beautiful. ALASTAIR MCKAY For more album reviews, click here for the UNCUT music archive

You could listen for a long time to Marianne Faithfull singing “Down From Dover” before you identified the author of the song. As Faithfull delivers it, “Dover” is a maudlin thing, slightly soulful, and faintly funky in a Southern way. Leave the voice out of it, and it sounds like a companion piece to “Ode To Billy Joe”, though Faithfull and Bobbie Gentry are not easily confused. Structurally, “Down From Dover” is a song without a chorus, and a verse which is ominous to the point of being literally dreadful. So, even before Faithfull reaches the part of the narrative in which the singer reveals the stillbirth of a baby fathered by an absent, careless father, the dire outcome of the lyric is never in doubt. It is a story that’s always going to end badly.

Who would give life to a song this black, this hopeless? You might guess Nick Cave. But “Down From Dover” was written by Dolly Parton. And that, really, is what Hal Willner does. As a producer, he’s noted for his extravagantly realised tribute albums, in which unsuitable artists remake the music of improbable songwriters. When this process works, as it mostly does, the negatives cancel each other out, and the song is reborn.

Of course, Faithfull and Willner go back a long way. The singer and the producer first met in 1982, and Willner manned the desk on two of her best records, Blazing Away and Strange Weather. Willner understands – perhaps better than the singer herself – how to get the best out of Faithfull. This is a matter of direction as much as production. Again, there’s an element of counter-intuitiveness in play, since Faithfull is nobody’s idea of a technically gifted singer. Bluntly, her voice is wrecked, but rather than shy away from this, Willner makes a virtue of it. Faithfull’s voice is a tough muscle, harder than it is pretty. It doesn’t really matter how it got that way, whether through cigarettes or whisky or cocaine: the sound it makes now is one of endurance and strength. It’s stoneground, and oddly harsh for a woman. Easy Come Easy Go is a sequel of sorts to Strange Weather.

It is a covers album in which the predictable choices (in thrall to Billie Holiday on “Solitude”, Sarah Vaughan on “Black Coffee”, or duetting with a heavy-breathing Jarvis Cocker on “Somewhere”), are outnumbered by the shocks. “Dear God, Please Help Me” really is the Morrissey song, but Faithfull delivers it as a hymn to decrepitude without any of the author’s archness. (Apparently, Lou Reed suggested it, which is almost too much information.) Yes, “Hold On, Hold On” is the Neko Case song, and Chan Marshall does a lovely job on harmonies, but the ’60s twang of the original is pulled into a new shape by the psychedelic droning of Sean Lennon and Barry Reynolds’ guitars and Warren Ellis’ ritual torture of the electric violin (Willner calls his solo “Hendrix meets Alice Coltrane”).

The eerie sensation you get on listening to “How Many Worlds” is only partly explained by the dawning realisation that this actually is the Brian Eno song, albeit delivered in a spirit of blatant disregard for the ambient rhyming of the original. And there’s a lovely moment when Faithfull’s forceful retooling of the traditional “Kimbie” (much more Mark Lanegan than it is Nick Drake) fades into a verse of “I Wish I Was A Mole In The Ground” (which Willner previously revisited on his tribute to Harry Smith’s Anthology Of American Folk Music.)

It’s an extravagantly orchestrated set, but with Marc Ribot as lead guitarist and the Dirty Three’s Jim White on drums, the playing remains off-kilter, to quite thrilling effect. True, there are moments when Willner overreaches with his urge to subvert, notably on Smokey Robinson’s “Ooh Baby Baby”: Steven Bernstein’s arrangement comes over all Barry White, with Ribot’s wah-wah pedal indulging a previously suppressed love of blaxploitation soundtracks, but the mood is squandered by the sudden appearance of Antony Hegarty, sounding ever more like a bewildered eunuch. And Traffic’s “Many A Mile To Freedom” comes and goes to little effect.

But wait! There’s Nick Cave offering grim harmonies on The Decemberists’ “The Crane Wife 3”, and the strange, deathly rattle that accompanies Faithfull on Merle Haggard’s “Sing Me Back Home” is none other than Keith Richards, reprising a tune he used to play with Gram Parsons. This reading is inspired by the solo version Richards performed on a 1977 Toronto bootleg. Granted, Keith is no Gram, Marianne is no Emmylou, and it sounds nothing like Merle. But it is haggard, almost derelict, and defiantly beautiful.

ALASTAIR MCKAY

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Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy – Beware

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This album apparently marks a rare occasion when Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy (that’s singer/songwriter Will Oldham) is to be found playing the game. He’s broken his customary cover and done major interviews – a declaration of alt.country glasnost apparently designed, with what some might see as his typical perversity, to prove to his record company he will sell no more records than normal by doing so. Beware has no hint of such guile. Warmed through by pedal steel (the title track, a beautiful tune), and by soulful backing singers (throughout), the impression is periodically of Exile…-era Rolling Stones songs, buffed up to a Nashville shine. If in the past BPB has made death records (I See A Darkness) and love records (Ease Down The Road), Beware is a body record, a playful and intimate piece (the album’s most referenced body part is the stomach) that lyrically and melodically invites you in, where his remote personae have occasionally served to push one away. JOHN ROBINSON For more album reviews, click here for the UNCUT music archive

This album apparently marks a rare occasion when Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy (that’s singer/songwriter Will Oldham) is to be found playing the game. He’s broken his customary cover and done major interviews – a declaration of alt.country glasnost apparently designed, with what some might see as his typical perversity, to prove to his record company he will sell no more records than normal by doing so.

Beware has no hint of such guile. Warmed through by pedal steel (the title track, a beautiful tune), and by soulful backing singers (throughout), the impression is periodically of Exile…-era Rolling Stones songs, buffed up to a Nashville shine. If in the past BPB has made death records (I See A Darkness) and love records (Ease Down The Road), Beware is a body record, a playful and intimate piece (the album’s most referenced body part is the stomach) that lyrically and melodically invites you in, where his remote personae have occasionally served to push one away.

JOHN ROBINSON

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Vetiver – Tight Knit

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On Vetiver’s first two albums he conjured up something akin to the output of his sometime sidekick Devendra Banhart: a patchouli-scented Americana full of chiming acoustic guitars, fiddle, banjo and the clink of finger cymbals. A third album of cover versions was a holding operation – but holding only for this pedestrian lo-fi set. There are echoes of the old magic – “Down From Above” has cascades of spangling acoustics and a dreamy, socially sculpted atmosphere it shares with “At Forest Edge”. Otherwise it’s a trudge from one ordinary rock to the next – “Lying next to me/How happy we would be” (‘Everyday’) is a mundanity one would not expect. Cabic’s limited vocal powers are part of the problem. His dusty delivery is allusive when wrapped in instrumental swirls – asked to front up a song, it sounds merely flat. NEIL SPENCER For more album reviews, click here for the UNCUT music archive

On Vetiver’s first two albums he conjured up something akin to the output of his sometime sidekick Devendra Banhart: a patchouli-scented Americana full of chiming acoustic guitars, fiddle, banjo and the clink of finger cymbals. A third album of cover versions was a holding operation – but holding only for this pedestrian lo-fi set.

There are echoes of the old magic – “Down From Above” has cascades of spangling acoustics and a dreamy, socially sculpted atmosphere it shares with “At Forest Edge”. Otherwise it’s a trudge from one ordinary rock to the next – “Lying next to me/How happy we would be” (‘Everyday’) is a mundanity one would not expect. Cabic’s limited vocal powers are part of the problem. His dusty delivery is allusive when wrapped in instrumental swirls – asked to front up a song, it sounds merely flat.

NEIL SPENCER

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Anvil Inducted Into Canadian Hall of Fame

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Anvil, the heavy metal trio from Canada, have been inducted into the Canadian Music Hall of Fame 36 years after first forming. Accepting their plaque at the 9th annual Indie Music Awards, which took place this year, at Canada Music Week in Toronto on Saturday (March 14), Steve "Lips" Kudlow, Robb R...

Anvil, the heavy metal trio from Canada, have been inducted into the Canadian Music Hall of Fame 36 years after first forming.

Accepting their plaque at the 9th annual Indie Music Awards, which took place this year, at Canada Music Week in Toronto on Saturday (March 14), Steve “Lips” Kudlow, Robb Reiner and Glenn Five thanked their fans and in attendence family for the ongoing belief and support over the years.

Anvil, who finally found fame after a Sacha Gervasi’s film The Story of Anvil was a surprise hit around the world, found time to talk to Uncut backstage at the Indie Awards to talk about the new album.

Coming out around September, the new album, their 14th studio album will be called ‘Juggernaut of Justice’, the title of which “pretty much sums up” how they feel about finally being heard outside of their home country.

Recording the album around movie promotional tours and shows, Glenn Five says “we’ve never stopped writing material, and we knew we had to come up with a great album after all this fanfare.”

As well as being inducted into Canada’s Hall of Fame, the band also had some other good news at Canada Music Week; they just found out they’ve been booked to play this Summer’s Glastonbury Festival.

“Unbelievable,” says Reiner, “this is the stuff dreams are made of.”

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Grizzly Bear: “Veckatimest”

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The first Monday morning of spring seems a good time to finally tackle the new Grizzly Bear album, “Veckatimest”, which I know I’ve been promising for a while. Without getting into some blog hype thing in the tradition of the Animal Collective (it was Grizzly Bear who reputedly leaked a couple of AC tracks and caused a lot of the fuss, if I remember right), “Veckatimest” is looking from here like the best album of this bit of 2009, at the very least. The comparison with Animal Collective is apposite, of course, because Grizzly Bear are another band out of Brooklyn, and another one who specialise in a kind of ethereally-adjusted close harmony singing. Grizzly Bear, though, aren’t quite as untethered as AC; there’s a distant kinship with Fleet Foxes, too, and Robin Pecknold has already been vocal in his support for “Veckatimest”. But if the last Grizzly Bear album, 2006’s “Yellow House”, contained distinct trace elements of folk, “Veckatimest” is a subtly different beast. From the shuffling, jazzy chords that open “Southern Point”, there’s another kind of ghostly retro-futurism that inflects these lovely and saturated pop songs. At heart, for sure, Grizzly Bear are four scholarly young men with a taste for a sort of melodic, fey music which is at once both intimate and expansive. But repeatedly in these 12 songs, you can just detect an odd hint of soul. It’s most evident in “Two Weeks”, a song which has been around for a while on Youtube. Ostensibly, it’s a street corner doo-wop song, something like Dion & The Belmonts, given an unearthly, even angelic sheen by the curious dynamics and effects which seem to be a speciality of Grizzly Bear. The song’s anchored by a constant piano plonk, which sounds creaky and weathered, as if sampled from a record recorded long ago in a distant New York. “Two Weeks” has a fabulous melody, too, but it’s this harmonious tension between vintage sounds, massed voices and contemporary disorientation which makes “Veckatimest” so dreamy. “Cheerleader” works similarly, with a thin guitar sound that could’ve sloped in from Motown working as a prelude to a rapturous, yearning “Pet Sounds” chorus (no mention of The Beach Boys ‘til the sixth paragraph is something to be moderately proud of here, I’d say). Even on songs fronted by Daniel Rossen, that echo the genteel McCartneyisms of his lovely Department Of Eagles record from the end of last year, there are moments that tap into an alternative soulfulness: at the end of the discreet chamber fantasia, “All We Ask”, Rossen leads the band in an agonisingly sweet chant of “I can’t get out of what I’m into with you” over handclaps, loose beats and unsteady hum. It’s one of the most striking sections of a constantly surprising and beautiful record. “Veckatimest” isn’t one of those over-compressed albums, and the dynamic field in which the sounds move about is another one of its pleasures. It’s not always clear what you’re actually hearing – not through muffled sound, but because the atmosphere is so strong it sometimes distracts you from picking out individual instruments. Intricate baroque chorales appear in unexpected pockets, while there are passages of Nico Muhly’s orchestrations, often mixed low and cut short, which add an unexpected texture. But the real dynamic weapon is the brittle, buccaneering guitar sound, which looms up and down with quite a swagger. “Fine For Now” might start as a churchy chorale, but by the end, Rossen’s guitar has become actively abrasive, even going so far as to form a wiry, teeth-rattling solo. It would be – and will be, as they become better-known – easy to stereotype Grizzly Bear as precious, but that would underestimate the gristle and punch there, too. That becomes most potent in “While You Wait For The Others” (the other song that’s been around for a while), where Rossen’s cranked guitar nails down Ed Droste’s lovely song with heft and tension. I’m reminded for some reason of Radiohead, maybe “There There” or something, compounded by the vivid invention of the next track, “I Live With You”, which begins with Disney orchestras and choirs, and artfully wanders into a series of clattering Technicolor crescendos. It’s exhilarating, and the whole package, from the album’s evocative name (that Veckatimest is an uninhabited island off the coast of Cape Cod, is incidental) to the beautiful sleeve. I think this is going to be a biggish record in our world this year, and I’m sure the love it’s going to receive around the internet in the next couple of months will wind a fair few people up. But when you get a chance to hear, let me know, as ever, what you think.

The first Monday morning of spring seems a good time to finally tackle the new Grizzly Bear album, “Veckatimest”, which I know I’ve been promising for a while. Without getting into some blog hype thing in the tradition of the Animal Collective (it was Grizzly Bear who reputedly leaked a couple of AC tracks and caused a lot of the fuss, if I remember right), “Veckatimest” is looking from here like the best album of this bit of 2009, at the very least.

New Bob Dylan Album Title Is Confirmed

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As reported last week, Bob Dylan has readied an album of new material which is due for release on April 27, and Columbia records have now confirmed that it is to be called 'Together Through Life'. Dylan's 46th release is his first studio album since 2006's Modern Times and it's making was prompted ...

As reported last week, Bob Dylan has readied an album of new material which is due for release on April 27, and Columbia records have now confirmed that it is to be called ‘Together Through Life’.

Dylan’s 46th release is his first studio album since 2006’s Modern Times and it’s making was prompted when he recorded a tarck “Life Is Hard” for the forthcoming film ‘My Own Love’, starring Renee Zellweger and Forest Whitaker.

In the run-up to ‘Together Through Life’s release, three exclusive ‘conversations between Bob Dylan and Bill Flanagan will be published at www.bobdylan.com, the first part is up to read now.

Speaking to Flanagan about the new album, comparing the new material to Modern Times, Dylan says: “I think we milked it all we could on that last record and then some. We squeezed the cow dry. All the Modern Times songs were written and performed in the widest range possible so they had a little bit of everything. These new songs have more of a romantic edge.”

Bob Dylan’s UK tour dates, starting next month, are as follows:

Sheffield Arena (April 24)

London O2 Arena (25)

Cardiff CIA (28)

Birmingham NIA (29)

Liverpool Echo Arena (May 1)

Glasgow SECC (2)

Edinburgh Playhouse (3)

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Gene Simmons Has Public Row With US Music Industry Mogul

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Kiss founder Gene Simmons has taken on US music industry mogul Bob Lefsetz in a public 'discussion' panel at Canada Music Week today (March 13). Simmons and Lefsetz were both Keynote speakers on the opening day of the 5 day music conference and showcase in Toronto (March 12), with Leftsetz, a music...

Kiss founder Gene Simmons has taken on US music industry mogul Bob Lefsetz in a public ‘discussion’ panel at Canada Music Week today (March 13).

Simmons and Lefsetz were both Keynote speakers on the opening day of the 5 day music conference and showcase in Toronto (March 12), with Leftsetz, a music consultant and commentator taking offence at the way the Kiss singer had used his panel to ‘vulgarly’ speak about money.

Simmons used his morning Q&A panel, for which Kiss fans could buy tickets to advertise his new endeavor Simmons Records, a new partnership with Universal Records to develop Canadian talent and exploit new “stars who are bigger than the songs they sing.”

Lefsetz in his afternoon keynote speech called Simmons a “sell-out” and after emails were exchanged, an impromptu ‘face-off’ style panel was set up in haste at CMW’s base the Fairmont Royal York Hotel.

To all intents and purposes, Lefsetz won the ‘argument’ face to face, saying afterwards: “KISS will continue to tour. Gene will concoct whatever circus is necessary to put asses in the seats. Whether it be another reunion or an execution on stage. But the band will still be way past its prime, will still be has-beens, will still garner no respect in the world of music. The reason being primarily Gene himself. Such a hateable guy is going to find it impossible to garner any respect.

Furthermore, Gene doesn’t seem to realize the Internet allows the public to fight back. The stories filling up my inbox would make Gene cry. But just

watch this one for illustration. The fireworks reach a frenzy at 1:48

Simmons, although meant to stay for the rest of Canada Music Week, checked out of the hotel immediately with a “no comment” to press.

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The Dead Weather: “Hang You From The Heavens”

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Well, this is a surprise. The White Stripes might have made their comeback on American TV the other week, but it seems Jack White's most pressing engagement right now is yet another band, pleasingly called The Dead Weather. Oddly, White apparently cedes lead vocal and guitar responsibilities in The Dead Weather, with Alison Mosshart of The Kills fronting the project and Dean Fertita on guitar (Fertita is currently multi-instrumentalist in Queens Of The Stone Age and, if memory serves, was the first touring keyboard player for The Raconteurs). Little Jack Lawrence, from The Raconteurs and The Greenhornes, fills out the line-up on bass. The good news, though, is that the single which has magically turned up on iTunes - and is announced here on Jack White's Third Man Records site - is way better than, say, The Kills. “Hang You From The Heavens” might share that band’s aspirations to create a sort of buzzing blues menace, but there’s a fine tune here, novelly. A tune that wouldn’t sound entirely out of place next to, say, “Icky Thump” or “Salute Your Solution”, actually. Mosshart actually seems to be mimicking White’s vocal style at times; that pinched, sulky indignation that can suddenly transform itself into eruptive spleen. There are no comparable guitar peaks, though – instead, Fertita keeps within a narrow, low range of evil hum and crunch. And the fireworks come from – guess where? – the drumkit, with White employing stark rolls and clatter in much the same way as he punctuates songs in his other bands with those staticky, high end guitar solos. Just great. Not quite as sold on the b-side, an unusually rollicking take on Gary Numan’s “Are Friends Electric”. It’s fun, for sure, and it has a sort of loose funkiness that Numan can never have dreamed of. But Mosshart’s a bit forced, back in that drama school gothic zone that she’s overused for years in The Kills. An album’s coming in June called “Horehound”, anyway. Should be interesting, at the very least. If you get hold of the single, let me know what you think. And apologies to anyone who’s here looking for the promised blog on Grizzly Bear’s “Veckatimest”. That’ll come next week.

Well, this is a surprise. The White Stripes might have made their comeback on American TV the other week, but it seems Jack White‘s most pressing engagement right now is yet another band, pleasingly called The Dead Weather.

Ask Stevie Nicks Your Questions!

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Fleetwood Mac's Stevie Nicks is in the hot seat soon for our An Audience With... feature. As usual, we’d like to know what questions you’ve got for her. So, is there anything you’ve always wanted to ask Stevie..? What’s like being back on the road with Fleetwood Mac? What did she th...

Fleetwood Mac‘s Stevie Nicks is in the hot seat soon for our An Audience With… feature. As usual, we’d like to know what questions you’ve got for her.

So, is there anything you’ve always wanted to ask Stevie..?

What’s like being back on the road with Fleetwood Mac?

What did she think of Courtney Love’s version of “Gold Dust Woman”?

And just where does she keep all her hats from the ’80s?

Send your questions by Thursday, March 19 to: uncutaudiencewith@ipcmedia.com

The best questions and Stevie’s answers will be published in a future edition of Uncut .

Crosby, Stills and Nash Confirm Glastonbury Festival Appearance

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Crosby, Stills and Nash are set to play this year's Glastonbury Festival, confirming their appearance on their band website Crosbystillsnash.com. CSN are scheduled to play the Somerset festival on Saturday June 27, although it is very unlikely that they will collaborate with previously announced fe...

Crosby, Stills and Nash are set to play this year’s Glastonbury Festival, confirming their appearance on their band website Crosbystillsnash.com.

CSN are scheduled to play the Somerset festival on Saturday June 27, although it is very unlikely that they will collaborate with previously announced festival headliner and former bandmate Neil Young, who will appear on a different night.

Glastonbury’s other headliners are Bruce Springsteen and Blur.

Crosby, Stills and Nash are also set to play the following, previously announced dates:

Cork The Marquee (June 29)

London Royal Albert Hall (July 1)

Manchester MEN Arena (10)

Edinburgh Castle (11)

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Michael Jackson Extends London Run To 50 shows

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Michael Jackson has extended his London O2 Arena residency to 50 live dates, it was announced on Thursday (March 12). The singer, who appeared at a press conference at the O2 Arena to announce the shows last week (March 5), will now perform his "final shows" in London from July 8 to February 24, 20...

Michael Jackson has extended his London O2 Arena residency to 50 live dates, it was announced on Thursday (March 12).

The singer, who appeared at a press conference at the O2 Arena to announce the shows last week (March 5), will now perform his “final shows” in London from July 8 to February 24, 2010.

Tickets went on presale to fans who registered at michaeljackson.com on Wednesday (March 11), and an estimated 360,000 tickets for the 20,000 capacity London Arena have been sold so far. If Jackson sells out the newly announced shows too, he will have sold a million tickets.

The ‘This Is It’ ‘tour’ is said by the concert’s promoters, AEG Live, to be the fastest selling live show of all time, with 33 tickets sold every minute since they went on sale.

Tickets for the London shows will go on general sale to the public on Friday (March 13) although it is still possible to get a presale registration code.

Full details of Michael Jackson’s This Is It live dates are available here:michaeljackson.com/tickets

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