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The greatest living rock performer? It's hard to think of any of her peers who've managed to keep their live shows both physically thrilling and smart. Or of any rising combo who wouldn't pale beside her. When other legends (say, Lou Reed) recite poetry mid-set, it's embarrassing and hubristic. When Patti does it, it's as electric as the best guitar riff. Others spout ideological platitudes, Patti makes you volunteer to assassinate Bush right now.

The East End boy's entire CBS output remastered and reintroduced to a world perhaps now ready for it

You might be expecting this to be a car crash of a second album, an anachronism long since superseded in relevance and sonics by the likes of Dizzee Rascal. But A Grand Don't Come For Free is in fact an extraordinary thing—a concept album, possibly the first garage opera, with a storyline that magnifies the frustration and decay captured so brilliantly on 2002's Original Pirate Material. The story details a particularly ruinous week in Mike Skinner's life; focusing on the loss of his £1000 savings, his broken TV and the collapse of his relationship with his girlfriend.

Awesome rebirth of original Country Queen, produced and arranged by The White Stripes' Jack White

Two albums featuring the elven genius of new folk

Tasty offbeat debut from bedroom-dwelling electro-funk fanatics

Impressive bass-free post-hardcore debut

Cliche-free avant word-hop from the Bay Area's finest

Mercifully free from saccharine Shawshank/Green Mile prison movie proselytising, Steve Buscemi's stark follow-up to the amiable Trees Lounge instead simply tosses luckless dope-dealing suburbanite Edward Furlong in among a brood of psychopathic sexual predators, including Willem Dafoe and Mickey Rourke, and then watches him squirm. Bleak stuff, with a final, disposable redemption.

Long unavailable album recorded in London in one hour in May 1965, between Simon & Garfunkel's Wednesday Morning 3am and Sounds Of Silence