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Arcade Fire, The Good, The Bad And The Queen, The Hold Steady And More At Latitude 2007

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Without wanting to turn this space into a shameless plug for Uncut, I’d just like to point you in the direction of the blogs the Uncut team has been posting on www.uncut.co.uk over the weekend from the Latitude festival. John, Michael and Farah were onsite from the start and at the time of writing the latter pair are still on their way back from the verdant beauty of Henham Park, on the Suffolk coast. I was stuck in Uncut HQ on Friday, so didn’t make it down to the festival until Saturday. Which means, of course, that I missed a number of bands I’d really wanted to see, including Wilco on the main stage and Tinariwen who blew the top off the Uncut arena tent, which every time I went near it was packed. The overspill meant there were plenty of Uncut readers milling around on the periphery, happy to chat enthusiastically about the festival, which we all agreed was uncommonly civilised. A number of readers I spoke to were veterans of Reading and Glastonbury and I met one who had been at the ghastly Buxton festival I mentioned in my Rod Stewart blog. None of us had experienced a festival like this, and were grateful for the generally placid vibe and great music. I could go on for some time about how brilliant The Hold Steady were, but won’t detain you with details. A lot of people thought The Good, The Bad And The Queen were maybe too sombre a musical proposition to headline on the Saturday, and they had a point. But there were some striking moments in their set, even if you wished the day’s events were climaxing with something perhaps more rousing – some old stager like Rod, belting out a stirring string of greatest hits, would have doubtless lifted the crowd rather more euphorically than The GTB&TQ’s more studied seriousness. In which context, it was good to hear that the Arcade Fire were suitably loosened up enough to deliver a fittingly riotous climax to the festival. Anyway, for more on Latitude and the bands who made it such a great success, get over now to https://www.uncut.co.uk/blog/index.php?blog=11

Without wanting to turn this space into a shameless plug for Uncut, I’d just like to point you in the direction of the blogs the Uncut team has been posting on www.uncut.co.uk over the weekend from the Latitude festival.

Latitude Festival 2007: How Was It For You?

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Uncut are finally back in London after a long and amazing weekend at the Latitude Festival. We spent the weekend blogging about everything we saw - from the Arcade Fire to the speed dating tent - and you can read our thoughts at our special Latitude blog here. While you're reading the blogs, please leave us a message and let us know what your highlights of Latitude were: the catpeople? The raves in the woods? The multi-coloured sheep? Rodrigo Y Gabriela? Send us your stories. We're dying to hear from you.

Uncut are finally back in London after a long and amazing weekend at the Latitude Festival. We spent the weekend blogging about everything we saw – from the Arcade Fire to the speed dating tent – and you can read our thoughts at our special Latitude blog here.

While you’re reading the blogs, please leave us a message and let us know what your highlights of Latitude were: the catpeople? The raves in the woods? The multi-coloured sheep? Rodrigo Y Gabriela?

Send us your stories. We’re dying to hear from you.

Freewheelin’ With Bob Dylan

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Bob Dylan fans still reeling from the unexpected news that Amy Winehouse and Lily Allen producer Mark Ronson has remixed “Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine) – the mind, she boggles – may have something to get more obviously excited about. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8Kurjm_a1U

Bob Dylan fans still reeling from the unexpected news that Amy Winehouse and Lily Allen producer Mark Ronson has remixed “Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine) – the mind, she boggles – may have something to get more obviously excited about.

Saturday Night Live: The Complete First Season

The old ones – as anyone who has ever tried to tell an old joke will know – are not always the best. This eight-disc box set collects the first 27 episodes of the influential NBC comedy show, first broadcast in 1975-6, when the show was still called NBC’s Saturday Night, old jokes are very much what it contains. Of course, it contains a great deal more besides. Conceived by producer Lorne Michaels, SNL tried (and still tries) to break the comedy mould, not with Pythonesque silliness, or extremity, but with the ad-hoc nature of its format. Written, so legend has it, in overnight sessions in the week prior to transmission, and generally performed live, the show has an edginess built in: tottering between genius and disaster, this live tightrope walk is where the comic magic happens. And it’s hard to deny the influence of the strategy. Stars to have passed through the show’s doors include comic giants like Eddie Murphy, Adam Sandler and Will Ferrell. It was here – having sketches rejected – that writer and Curb Your Enthusiasm star Larry David developed the idea for Seinfeld. In the 1980s, its impact was even felt in the UK, where the copycat Friday Night Live developed the careers of Harry Enfield and Paul Whitehouse, and brought us Ben Elton in a glittery suit. What is equally hard to ignore, watching them today, is just how hit and miss these shows are. There are some surprisingly excellent musical guests: Billy Preston, Janis Ian, the superbly deadpan Leon Redbone, Kris Kristofferson and Rita Coolidge. There are some undeniably bizarre moments – Elliott Gould introducing the programme by singing showtunes, say. Actual jokes, however, are pretty thin on the ground. Not that, given the talent on display here, that’s what you’d ever expect. Drawn by Michaels from a varied selection of sources – Dan Aykroyd from Canada, John Belushi from the Chicago comedy/improv troupe Second City; Chevy Chase, who made Michaels laugh when they were waiting in line outside a movie theatre – these members of the “Not Ready For Primetime Players” went on to take the lead in pretty much every comedy movie between 1980 and 1985. The material, though – almost inevitably, given the exigencies of a weekly show – is hugely variable in quality. Heavily geared towards old chestnuts like parodies of television advertising, and with a logical bias towards topicality – there are more jokes about Gerald Ford and Jimmy Carter here than you could ever want – hour upon hour of this set is simply not remotely funny at all. Small wonder that SNL’s previous DVD strategy has been to compile performer “Best Ofs”. Funny or not, these uncut shows allow you to witness plenty of uncomfortable moments, and an ensemble growing in confidence and notoriety. Dan Aykroyd (writer, actor, can do all the accents and impressions) proves himself to be the midfield general of the team. John Belushi, whose “Samurai” bit provides some of the isolated moments of hilarity, shows himself to have possessed from the outset a warm genius for engaging physical comedy. Comic schadenfreude, meanwhile, comes in the person of Chevy Chase: his smirking, self-serving contributions (“I’m Chevy Chase. And you’re not.”) got him to Hollywood first. But at what price? All round, it’s a compelling historical document. For all the innovation that the show represented, and the supposed danger of the format, though, what you’re reminded of most strongly, by Saturday Night Live: The Complete First Season is a phrase from an older theatrical tradition. However bad it seems in rehearsal, it’ll generally be all right on the night. EXTRAS: Screen tests, cast interviews from 1975. JOHN ROBINSON

The old ones – as anyone who has ever tried to tell an old joke will know – are not always the best. This eight-disc box set collects the first 27 episodes of the influential NBC comedy show, first broadcast in 1975-6, when the show was still called NBC’s Saturday Night, old jokes are very much what it contains.

Of course, it contains a great deal more besides. Conceived by producer Lorne Michaels, SNL tried (and still tries) to break the comedy mould, not with Pythonesque silliness, or extremity, but with the ad-hoc nature of its format. Written, so legend has it, in overnight sessions in the week prior to transmission, and generally performed live, the show has an edginess built in: tottering between genius and disaster, this live tightrope walk is where the comic magic happens.

And it’s hard to deny the influence of the strategy. Stars to have passed through the show’s doors include comic giants like Eddie Murphy, Adam Sandler and Will Ferrell. It was here – having sketches rejected – that writer and Curb Your Enthusiasm star Larry David developed the idea for Seinfeld. In the 1980s, its impact was even felt in the UK, where the copycat Friday Night Live developed the careers of Harry Enfield and Paul Whitehouse, and brought us Ben Elton in a glittery suit.

What is equally hard to ignore, watching them today, is just how hit and miss these shows are. There are some surprisingly excellent musical guests: Billy Preston, Janis Ian, the superbly deadpan Leon Redbone, Kris Kristofferson and Rita Coolidge. There are some undeniably bizarre moments – Elliott Gould introducing the programme by singing showtunes, say. Actual jokes, however, are pretty thin on the ground.

Not that, given the talent on display here, that’s what you’d ever expect. Drawn by Michaels from a varied selection of sources – Dan Aykroyd from Canada, John Belushi from the Chicago comedy/improv troupe Second City; Chevy Chase, who made Michaels laugh when they were waiting in line outside a movie theatre – these members of the “Not Ready For Primetime Players” went on to take the lead in pretty much every comedy movie between 1980 and 1985.

The material, though – almost inevitably, given the exigencies of a weekly show – is hugely variable in quality. Heavily geared towards old chestnuts like parodies of television advertising, and with a logical bias towards topicality – there are more jokes about Gerald Ford and Jimmy Carter here than you could ever want – hour upon hour of this set is simply not remotely funny at all. Small wonder that SNL’s previous DVD strategy has been to compile performer “Best Ofs”.

Funny or not, these uncut shows allow you to witness plenty of uncomfortable moments, and an ensemble growing in confidence and notoriety. Dan Aykroyd (writer, actor, can do all the accents and impressions) proves himself to be the midfield general of the team. John Belushi, whose “Samurai” bit provides some of the isolated moments of hilarity, shows himself to have possessed from the outset a warm genius for engaging physical comedy. Comic schadenfreude, meanwhile, comes in the person of Chevy Chase: his smirking, self-serving contributions (“I’m Chevy Chase. And you’re not.”) got him to Hollywood first. But at what price?

All round, it’s a compelling historical document. For all the innovation that the show represented, and the supposed danger of the format, though, what you’re reminded of most strongly, by Saturday Night Live: The Complete First Season is a phrase from an older theatrical tradition. However bad it seems in rehearsal, it’ll generally be all right on

the night.

EXTRAS: Screen tests, cast interviews from 1975.

JOHN ROBINSON

Flags Of Our Fathers And Letters From Iwo Jima

Forty years on from the Dollars movies, and now of an age when most people would be contemplating retirement, Clint Eastwood, at 76, is showing no signs of slowing down. After winning his second Best Director Oscar for Million Dollar Baby, Eastwood has now tackled the most technically demanding work of his career: a pair of back-to-back movies about the World War II battle for the Pacific island of Iwo Jima, shot from the points of view of both invading American forces and the defending Japanese troops. Co-written by Million Dollar Baby’s Paul Haggis, Flags… concerns itself less with the battle for Iwo Jima than with the celebrated photograph of five marines and one US Navy corpsman raising Old Glory on Mount Suribiachi. The three surviving soldiers from the photograph are exploited on their return to the States; used as the cornerstone of a cynical campaign to raise funds to sustain the war effort, their idealism bucking under the weight of bitter disillusionment – deftly articulated by the descent of one marine, Pima Indian Ira Hayes (Adam Beach), into alcoholism. Juggling a number of different time frames, Flags... succeeds brilliantly as a merciless assault on the rewriting of history for political gains, a generous tribute to the men who died in combat, and a study of one man’s attempt to come to terms with his own mythology – the latter, since Unforgiven, a near-constant feature of Eastwood’s movies. Shot in monochrome, with dialogue in Japanese, Letters From Iwo Jima sticks almost exclusively to the grim action on the island itself. As with Flags..., it sources rich drama from the experiences of the young Japanese soldiers, nearly all of whom will eventually be wiped out by superior American firepower. Eastwood and debuting screenwriter Iris Yamashita are particularly taken by the unflagging perseverance of the Japanese, led by Ken Watanabe’s Lt General Kuribayashi, who are prepared to die defending Iwo Jima – or, in one of the film’s most traumatic scenes, systematically commit suicide rather than be taken prisoner by the Americans. Taken as a complete whole – this two-disc set is only a limited edition – Flags... and Letters... stand up as one of the most comprehensive and powerful accounts of World War II ever filmed. EXTRAS: Four different editions available. Flags... and Letters... are sold separately, both including Making Ofs/visual effects/and historical context docs. A collector’s tin-boxed four-disc set is available, too . MICHAEL BONNER

Forty years on from the Dollars movies, and now of an age when most people would be contemplating retirement, Clint Eastwood, at 76, is showing no signs of slowing down.

After winning his second Best Director Oscar for Million Dollar Baby, Eastwood has now tackled the most technically demanding work of his career: a pair of back-to-back movies about the World War II battle for the Pacific island of Iwo Jima, shot from the points of view of both invading American forces and the defending Japanese troops.

Co-written by Million Dollar Baby’s Paul Haggis, Flags… concerns itself less with the battle for Iwo Jima than with the celebrated photograph of five marines and one US Navy corpsman raising Old Glory on Mount Suribiachi. The three surviving soldiers from the photograph are exploited on their return to the States; used as the cornerstone of a cynical campaign to raise funds to sustain the war effort, their idealism bucking under the weight of bitter disillusionment – deftly articulated by the descent of one marine, Pima Indian Ira Hayes (Adam Beach), into alcoholism.

Juggling a number of different time frames, Flags… succeeds brilliantly as a merciless assault on the rewriting of history for political gains, a generous tribute to the men who died in combat, and a study of one man’s attempt to come to terms with his own mythology – the latter, since Unforgiven, a near-constant feature of Eastwood’s movies.

Shot in monochrome, with dialogue in Japanese, Letters From Iwo Jima sticks almost exclusively to the grim action on the island itself. As with Flags…, it sources rich drama from the experiences of the young Japanese soldiers, nearly all of whom will eventually be wiped out by superior American firepower. Eastwood and debuting screenwriter Iris Yamashita are particularly taken by the unflagging perseverance of the Japanese, led by Ken Watanabe’s Lt General Kuribayashi, who are prepared to die defending Iwo Jima – or, in one of the film’s most traumatic scenes, systematically commit suicide rather than be taken prisoner by the Americans.

Taken as a complete whole – this two-disc set is only a limited edition – Flags… and Letters… stand up as one of the most comprehensive and powerful accounts of World War II ever filmed.

EXTRAS: Four different editions available. Flags… and Letters… are sold separately, both including Making Ofs/visual effects/and historical context docs. A collector’s tin-boxed four-disc set is available, too .

MICHAEL BONNER

The Arcade Fire

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They call this time the gloaming -- night coming down, all colours leached from the sky. It seems a remarkably appropriate moment for the Arcade Fire to take the stage and close Latitude Year two with an enormous bang. And some fireworks. Kicking off with "Keep The Car Running", they're a comb...

They call this time the gloaming — night coming down, all colours leached from the sky. It seems a remarkably appropriate moment for the Arcade Fire to take the stage and close Latitude Year two with an enormous bang. And some fireworks.

Latitude Festival Draws To A Close With Arcade Fire

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The second Latitude Festival has just seen the last band, Arcade Fire, play the Obelisk Arena, rounding off with fireworks what has been a vibey interesting day full of new music, comedy and other perfect Sunday cultural activities. Clicking on the highlighted artists here will take you straight to the Latitude blog where you can see the live reports Uncut have posted throughout the day. The multiplying members of Arcade Fire, led by Win and Regine Butler, brought a harmonious, melodic show to Latitude. Riding on their current surge of success in the UK and having just played Glastonbury festival too, the show featured several tracks from their two best-selling albums ‘Funeral’ and ‘Neon Bible.’ Other notable acts on the main stage today were former Pulp frontman Jarvis Cocker’s first solo UK festival appearance, which was full of his usual charismatic charm, The Rapture, Cold War Kids and The National who triumphed despite having to borrow equipment from Andrew Bird. The Uncut stage which has been rammed once again for the third and final day has played host to an array of good stuff, including Cherry Ghost, Soulsavers with Mark Lanegan, and the embodiment of a great seasoned festival performer in Super Furry Animal’s Gruff Rhys performing an exciting TV-set dressed solo show. Wild Beasts were just one of the new bands that were making waves on the festival’s smaller stages, and Uncut also found the comedy, literary and film tents very divertingly entertaining today too. Shane Meadows drew a massive crowd for his Q&A and introduction before a screening of his controversial new film ‘This Is England’. Latitude, by all accounts has been a laid back, family friendly, resounding success. From lying out in deckchairs by the lake, to learning how to juggle whilst watching bands and bad poetry, the vibe has been amazing. Check out some of our pics from today here on the Uncut picture blog. Uncut has been at Latitude Festival since Thursday July 12 bringing you blogs, news and pictures as the event has unfolded. Click here to catch up with all the Uncut Latitude blogs that we’ve posted this weekend Uncut.co.uk/latitude. Arcade Fire pic credit: Andy Willsher

The second Latitude Festival has just seen the last band, Arcade Fire, play the Obelisk Arena, rounding off with fireworks what has been a vibey interesting day full of new music, comedy and other perfect Sunday cultural activities.

Clicking on the highlighted artists here will take you straight to the Latitude blog where you can see the live reports Uncut have posted throughout the day.

The multiplying members of Arcade Fire, led by Win and Regine Butler, brought a harmonious, melodic show to Latitude. Riding on their current surge of success in the UK and having just played Glastonbury festival too, the show featured several tracks from their two best-selling albums ‘Funeral’ and ‘Neon Bible.’

Other notable acts on the main stage today were former Pulp frontman Jarvis Cocker’s first solo UK festival appearance, which was full of his usual charismatic charm, The Rapture, Cold War Kids and The National who triumphed despite having to borrow equipment from Andrew Bird.

The Uncut stage which has been rammed once again for the third and final day has played host to an array of good stuff, including Cherry Ghost, Soulsavers with Mark Lanegan, and the embodiment of a great seasoned festival performer in Super Furry Animal’s Gruff Rhys performing an exciting TV-set dressed solo show.

Wild Beasts were just one of the new bands that were making waves on the festival’s smaller stages, and Uncut also found the comedy, literary and film tents very divertingly entertaining today too.

Shane Meadows drew a massive crowd for his Q&A and introduction before a screening of his controversial new film ‘This Is England’.

Latitude, by all accounts has been a laid back, family friendly, resounding success. From lying out in deckchairs by the lake, to learning how to juggle whilst watching bands and bad poetry, the vibe has been amazing.

Check out some of our pics from today here on the Uncut picture blog.

Uncut has been at Latitude Festival since Thursday July 12 bringing you blogs, news and pictures as the event has unfolded. Click here to catch up with all the Uncut Latitude blogs that we’ve posted this weekend Uncut.co.uk/latitude.

Arcade Fire pic credit: Andy Willsher

Literary Tent, Sunday Night at Latitude

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The last few hours of Latitude 2007 and it’s starting to feel like the fall of Saigon, but only in a genteel and latte-sipping way. As night engulfs the woods and almost the entire remaining crowd is sucked towards Arcade Fire’s headline set, there are precious few refuges left for cultural dissidents who may be immune to epic Canadian folk-rock. Thankfully the Literary Tent remains open, with a broad-minded remit that also seems to embrace music, comedy, lectures and surrealist cabaret. Crucially, it also has lovely comfy cushions on the floor. In the last 24 hours Uncut has spent many a laidback interlude at the Literary Tent. We have seen a stage rammed with people, including “Backbeat” star Ian Hart, singing loudly about maggots. We have heard punk survivor Don Letts reminiscing about the Pistols and the Clash. And we have seen children plucked from the crowd in order to represent all ten of the Doctor Whos so far. All human life passes through here. And some non-human too. So here we are again for a little Sunday night soiree hosted by Scottish author Alan Bissett. “Welcome to the Book Slam slot,” Bissett says, “or as I like to call it, the Fuck Arcade Fire slot… come on, they’re overrated. They’re no Radiohead.” Book Slam clearly refers to some flexible new definition of the word “book”, since it also includes an absolutely ace solo set by California-born, London-based country-blues chanteuse Diane Birch and her electric piano. A real sweetheart of the rodeo, and all under the highbrow umbrella of literature. Meanwhile, outside the tent, a wildman with the burly build of a Welsh truck driver is running amok between the picnic tables, stripping down to just his scarlet thong. At Latitude, the line between performance artist and sex pest is very fine indeed. Pour me an absinthe and pass my smoking jacket, darling. I can see this is going to be a long night. Words: Stephen Dalton

The last few hours of Latitude 2007 and it’s starting to feel like the fall of Saigon, but only in a genteel and latte-sipping way. As night engulfs the woods and almost the entire remaining crowd is sucked towards Arcade Fire’s headline set, there are precious few refuges left for cultural dissidents who may be immune to epic Canadian folk-rock.

Gruff Rhys Wows Latitude With Theatrics

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Gruff Rhys drew a large and enthusiastic crowd to the Uncut stage this evening with a highly theatrical set. Drawing mostly from his recent ‘Candylion’ album, Super Furry Animals’ Rhys played from behind a desk inside a giant cut-out of a television, in the style of the video accompanying the album’s title track. Rhys, joined by 9 Bach’s Lisa Jen and a three-piece backing band, fed classical guitar, percussion and electronic gadgets through a looping pedal to create unique versions of his songs. Following highlights including ‘Lonesome Words’ and ‘The Court Of King Arthur’, Rhys and Jen emerged from behind the desk to perform the surreal fourteen-minute saga ‘Skylon!’ on aeroplane seats. Earlier in the afternoon, former Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci frontman Euros Childs battled an over-running schedule and technical problems to turn in a captivating set. Performing tracks from ‘Chops’ and this year’s ‘Bore Da’, the best reception was reserved for tracks ‘Henry A Matilda Supermarketsuper’ and ‘Dawnsio Dros Y Mor’. Uncut's roaming team of reporters are at Latitude Festival all weekend bringing you up-to-date blogs, news and pictures. Check out the special Uncut Latitude blog here throughout the day Uncut.co.uk/latitude Pic credit: Andy Willsher

Gruff Rhys drew a large and enthusiastic crowd to the Uncut stage this evening with a highly theatrical set.

Drawing mostly from his recent ‘Candylion’ album, Super Furry Animals’ Rhys played from behind a desk inside a giant cut-out of a television, in the style of the video accompanying the album’s title track.

Rhys, joined by 9 Bach’s Lisa Jen and a three-piece backing band, fed classical guitar, percussion and electronic gadgets through a looping pedal to create unique versions of his songs.

Following highlights including ‘Lonesome Words’ and ‘The Court Of King Arthur’, Rhys and Jen emerged from behind the desk to perform the surreal fourteen-minute saga ‘Skylon!’ on aeroplane seats.

Earlier in the afternoon, former Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci frontman Euros Childs battled an over-running schedule and technical problems to turn in a captivating set.

Performing tracks from ‘Chops’ and this year’s ‘Bore Da’, the best reception was reserved for tracks ‘Henry A Matilda Supermarketsuper’ and ‘Dawnsio Dros Y Mor’.

Uncut’s roaming team of reporters are at Latitude Festival all weekend bringing you up-to-date blogs, news and pictures.

Check out the special Uncut Latitude blog here throughout the day Uncut.co.uk/latitude

Pic credit: Andy Willsher

Soulsavers: Mark Lanegan shines in the dark

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Mark Lanegan, undoubtedly one of this planet’s greatest singers, hasn’t put a foot wrong in the last fifteen years. Tonight, he’s exemplary once again, but it’s hard to shake the feeling he’s made his first mistake. Following a trail of glittering collaborations and guest turns, includi...

Mark Lanegan, undoubtedly one of this planet’s greatest singers, hasn’t put a foot wrong in the last fifteen years. Tonight, he’s exemplary once again, but it’s hard to shake the feeling he’s made his first mistake.

Gruff Rhys and Euros Childs: Wales’ finest stun in Suffolk

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As Uncut’s temporary Welsh psych-folk correspondent, I’m pleased to report that the – admittedly small – scene is in fine fettle. At the Sunrise Arena, ex-Gorky’s frontman Euros Childs has a difficult time. The bill is seriously over-running, the sound is atrocious and Childs has to tea...

As Uncut’s temporary Welsh psych-folk correspondent, I’m pleased to report that the – admittedly small – scene is in fine fettle.

Howling Bells close down Sunrise Arena with aplomb

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It's a criminal shame that one of the finest bands to come out of the planet's lower end should play to a half-empty tent. Australian indie charmers Howling Bells were more than up to the challenge, proving unequivocally that a voice like a loudhailer channelling angels can overcome anything – even having Arcade Fire as their audience competition. With much of the crowd hunkered around the Obelisk stage waiting for the warbling Canucks (more fool them and their failure to multi-task efficiently) it's to the Bells' credit that they played their headline slot on the Sunrise stage like it was their last night on Earth, and not just their tour. Tracks from last year's self-titled debut album were mixed with the occasional new taster, leading to a quest from singer Juanita Stein to find a title for a new track ("Erm, it’s a love song about someone I hate"). The majority of Juanita-struck boys in the crowd might explain the overwhelming preference for titles name-dropping 70s bands rather than flowers and feelings. "Hmm. Come and see me afterwards I think," she says diplomatically after someone shrieks "T-Rex!", before doing the musician's equivalent of coughing loudly and ignoring the whole thing: playing another song. "Broken Bones" elicits the best heckle we've heard all weekend – a bellow of "SUPERB!" from the back rows – and by the time the set ends with a gorgeous "Low Happening", the tent and people littered around the edges are grinning like they've been covered with £20 notes. A wonderful close to a stage that has consistently rolled out some of Latitude's best sets all weekend - well done those Bells. Words: Kat Brown

It’s a criminal shame that one of the finest bands to come out of the planet’s lower end should play to a half-empty tent. Australian indie charmers Howling Bells were more than up to the challenge, proving unequivocally that a voice like a loudhailer channelling angels can overcome anything – even having Arcade Fire as their audience competition.

Jarvis Is A True Showman At Latitude

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Jarvis Cocker has just played his first major UK festival as a solo artist, appearing on the Obelisk main stage tonight (July 15). Entertaining the crowd with witty digressions throughout his hour-long set, the full charm offensive of Jarvis was in full effect. Jarvis lapsed into almost improv comedy saying things like: "This is the first time we've played in daylight. You can tell our age. My face... hanging... hanging... hanging... like dust in a funeral parlour." Only having made one solo record, Jarvis performed pretty much everything from it. Plus he gave us a second chance to hear his cover of Survivor's 'Eye Of The Tiger' which he first performed at his own curated Meltdown Festival last month. Jarvis played: 'Fat Children' 'Don't Let Him Waste Your Time' 'Stormy Weather' 'One Man Show' 'I Will Kill Again' 'Tonite' 'Sooner Or Later The Big Stuff Comes Around' 'Black Magic' 'Running The World' 'Eye Of The Tiger' For more on the show, click here for Michael's report in the special Uncut Latitude blo: Jarvis Uncut's roaming team of reporters are at Latitude Festival all weekend bringing you up-to-date blogs, news and pictures. Check out the special Uncut Latitude blog here throughout the day Uncut.co.uk/latitude Pic credit: Andy Willsher

Jarvis Cocker has just played his first major UK festival as a solo artist, appearing on the Obelisk main stage tonight (July 15).

Entertaining the crowd with witty digressions throughout his hour-long set, the full charm offensive of Jarvis was in full effect.

Jarvis lapsed into almost improv comedy saying things like: “This is the first time we’ve played in daylight. You can tell our age. My face… hanging… hanging… hanging… like dust in a funeral parlour.”

Only having made one solo record, Jarvis performed pretty much everything from it. Plus he gave us a second chance to hear his cover of Survivor’s ‘Eye Of The Tiger’ which he first performed at his own curated Meltdown Festival last month.

Jarvis played:

‘Fat Children’

‘Don’t Let Him Waste Your Time’

‘Stormy Weather’

‘One Man Show’

‘I Will Kill Again’

‘Tonite’

‘Sooner Or Later The Big Stuff Comes Around’

‘Black Magic’

‘Running The World’

‘Eye Of The Tiger’

For more on the show, click here for Michael’s report in the special Uncut Latitude blo: Jarvis

Uncut’s roaming team of reporters are at Latitude Festival all weekend bringing you up-to-date blogs, news and pictures.

Check out the special Uncut Latitude blog here throughout the day Uncut.co.uk/latitude

Pic credit: Andy Willsher

Jarvis Cocker — your OBE’s in the post

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The festival's most entertaining front man is, by a country mile, Jarvis Cocker. His colourful, between song digressions are frequently priceless and, on the odd occasion, better than the songs themselves. "Hang on," he mutters gamely at one point. "I'm going to straddle these two monitors like...

The festival’s most entertaining front man is, by a country mile, Jarvis Cocker. His colourful, between song digressions are frequently priceless and, on the odd occasion, better than the songs themselves.

The Rapture at Latitude

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Here come The Rapture. They are loud, they are rowdy, they are woo-yeah funkay for tha laydeez - but frankly, they are also a bit dull. Come in, let’s be honest, the flavour has drained a little from all this knowingly retro punk-funk now that the formula has been hammered to death by every disco-...

Here come The Rapture. They are loud, they are rowdy, they are woo-yeah funkay for tha laydeez – but frankly, they are also a bit dull. Come in, let’s be honest, the flavour has drained a little from all this knowingly retro punk-funk now that the formula has been hammered to death by every disco-rock chancer from London to New York and back.

Cold War Kids put up a cold front

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It's a loveable tick of Latitude that you get kids sporting squeaky-clean floral wellies in the same ground as well-heeled WI members. "He’s got lovely tattoos," says one old chap admiringly, pointing at Cold War Kids frontman Nathan Willet's inked chest. Still, while indeed lovely, they're not re...

It’s a loveable tick of Latitude that you get kids sporting squeaky-clean floral wellies in the same ground as well-heeled WI members. “He’s got lovely tattoos,” says one old chap admiringly, pointing at Cold War Kids frontman Nathan Willet’s inked chest. Still, while indeed lovely, they’re not really enough to keep a crowd visually entertained for 45 minutes.

Cherry Ghost, The National

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It's good to see the UNCUT Arena pretty much rammed by the time Cherry Ghost come on, just after 3pm, a lot of interest being show to this Lancashire five-piece. I've got admit, I'm not entirely convinced. I'd hoped there'd be more sense of the experimental urges of, say, Wilco (after whose song...

It’s good to see the UNCUT Arena pretty much rammed by the time Cherry Ghost come on, just after 3pm, a lot of interest being show to this Lancashire five-piece.

The National Overcome Lost Instruments To Play Latitude

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Brooklyn based American indie band The National have just played an intense thirty minute set on Latitude's main stage, despite having lost all of their musical equipment en route to the site. Visibly slightly uncomfortable with the situation, vocalist Matt Berninger, paused between songs to repeat how sorry they were for not having their kit on stage. Thankfully, Cold War Kids and Andrew Bird, both playing the main stage today, stepped in to lend the quintet all the of the instruments they needed. The National played several tracks from their recent release for Beggars Banquet 'Boxer'. Starting with 'Start A War' and 'Mistaken For Strangers,' they also play tracks from their previous albums, including 'Abel' and 'Secret Meeting'. They end with a gasping version of 'Mr November' - Berninger realing stretching to belt out the chorus whilst climbing on the drum riser. For the full report on The National's performance, click here to read Michael's blog The National. Uncut is at Latitude Festival all weekend bringing you up to date blogs, news and pictures. Click here for the special Uncut Latitude blog Uncut.co.uk/latitude Pic credit: Farah Ishaq

Brooklyn based American indie band The National have just played an intense thirty minute set on Latitude’s main stage, despite having lost all of their musical equipment en route to the site.

Visibly slightly uncomfortable with the situation, vocalist Matt Berninger, paused between songs to repeat how sorry they were for not having their kit on stage.

Thankfully, Cold War Kids and Andrew Bird, both playing the main stage today, stepped in to lend the quintet all the of the instruments they needed.

The National played several tracks from their recent release for Beggars Banquet ‘Boxer’.

Starting with ‘Start A War’ and ‘Mistaken For Strangers,’ they also play tracks from their previous albums, including ‘Abel’ and ‘Secret Meeting’.

They end with a gasping version of ‘Mr November’ – Berninger realing stretching to belt out the chorus whilst climbing on the drum riser.

For the full report on The National’s performance, click here to read Michael’s blog The National.

Uncut is at Latitude Festival all weekend bringing you up to date blogs, news and pictures. Click here for the special Uncut Latitude blog Uncut.co.uk/latitude

Pic credit: Farah Ishaq

Andrew Bird Starts Latitude Swinging

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Multi-instrumentalist Andrew Bird charmed and amazed the gathering crowds at Latitude on Sunday. After torrential rain at lunchtime, Bird and his two-piece rhythm section arrived on the main stage in hot sunshine. Bird then proceeded to try and play all his instruments in the very first song, repeatedly switching from violin to guitar to xylophone whilst singing and even whistling. Bird has long been a revered artist in alternative American circles, having added violin to records by My Morning Jacket and Kristin Hersh amongst others. His quirky and impressive pop ushers in a day of baroque delights, with The National and Arcade Fire still to come. For more on the show, click here for John's report in the special Uncut Latitude blog Andrew Bird Uncut's roaming team of reporters are at Latitude Festival all weekend bringing you up-to-date blogs, news and pictures. Check out the special Uncut Latitude blog here throughout the day Uncut.co.uk/latitude

Multi-instrumentalist Andrew Bird charmed and amazed the gathering crowds at Latitude on Sunday.

After torrential rain at lunchtime, Bird and his two-piece rhythm section arrived on the main stage in hot sunshine. Bird then proceeded to try and play all his instruments in the very first song, repeatedly switching from violin to guitar to xylophone whilst singing and even whistling.

Bird has long been a revered artist in alternative American circles, having added violin to records by My Morning Jacket and Kristin Hersh amongst others. His quirky and impressive pop ushers in a day of baroque delights, with The National and Arcade Fire still to come.

For more on the show, click here for John’s report in the special Uncut Latitude blog Andrew Bird

Uncut’s roaming team of reporters are at Latitude Festival all weekend bringing you up-to-date blogs, news and pictures.

Check out the special Uncut Latitude blog here throughout the day Uncut.co.uk/latitude

Andrew Bird

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A lively afternoon at Latitude today, where the conditions are fluctuating between blazing sunshine and torrential rain. It's oddly suitable for Andrew Bird, whose fascination with meteorology led him to call one of his old albums "Weather Systems". I've long been a fan of Bird; a little bemused, in fact, that his peculiar and charming school of baroque pop hasn't been more acclaimed. You could tentatively place him between Rufus Wainwright at his least camp and Jeff Buckley at his most playful, but really Bird is much too idiosyncratic to be easily pigeonholed. Not least because he tries to play as many instruments as possible in each song. With just a rhythm section to back him (though the drummer does lean over and have a go on the keyboard from time to time), the responisbility is on Bird to recreate his ornate chamber pop by himself. He does this by sampling himself on violin, guitar, xylophone or whistling, then looping the results until it becomes a thick, intricate backdrop. The effect is intriguing rather than showy, since Bird's songs are strong enough to handle such gimmickry. "A Nervous Tic Motion Of The Head To The Left", from his "Mysterious Production Of Eggs" album is particularly striking. But really, like so much else at this fine festival, it's all good.

A lively afternoon at Latitude today, where the conditions are fluctuating between blazing sunshine and torrential rain. It’s oddly suitable for Andrew Bird, whose fascination with meteorology led him to call one of his old albums “Weather Systems”.