Classic '67 pop-soul debut from Blue Mink chanteuse and friend of Dusty

Final four studio albums from da Brudders, with bonus tracks

Definitive overview of the massively influential Detroit five-piece

The Philly kings of blue-eyed soul attain megastardom

Californian funk fusioneers' finest

Twenty-four mainly Yank cover versions of Fannies classics

Tweedy and what's left of his band are further vindicated in crackling, moving display

First UK gig in over 20 years from the Felix and Oscar of dream-folk

Great, gritty, noir-ish French thriller from '82, a controversial sensation in its homeland. Writer/director Bob Swain (an American who'd lived in Paris for 20 years) casts Richard Berry as the undercover cop who uses informers to bust pimps. He presses prostitute Nathalie Baye to betray the alpha gangster. The climactic action recalls The French Connection.

Sam Fuller once claimed that the point of any opening sequence was to give the viewer an erection. Here we have Barbara Stanwyck in black, on a white stallion at the head of her 40 hired men. As lawman Barry Sullivan exclaims succinctly: "Whoa!" Shot in 11 days, in Cinemascope, this is Fuller firing on all cylinders, taking the '50s pulp western and squeezing more juice out of it than any of his contemporaries.