Two things from the weekend. First, I finally dipped into the Beatles remasters, after several weeks of shrugging, mild curiosity and morbid suspicion of overhype. Oh, and a lot of me reiterating my default position of claiming The Beatles weren’t that great – a position which, yet again, was shown up to be more or less complete idiocy when I actually bothered to listen to them. Come on, “Blue Jay Way”!

The mad, bad trip of Altamont in close-up

The wild life of Jesco White, Virginia's 'dancing outlaw'

More appealing willfulness from Mancunian legend

Veteran troubadour in rich, reflective form. Don Was produces

Soundtrack selections and more from the Dirty Two

Dinosaur Jr, Seasick Steve, Editors set to headline Reeperbahn Festival next week

Very taken with this one at the moment. Kurt Vile – real name, apparently – is from Philadelphia, and seems to be emerging as my favourite of the current wave of new lo-fi/garage rock auteurs, possibly because he’s the one who appears to be unafraid of cranking out some pretty fierce, relatively orthodox rock’n’roll, amidst all the warped vibes.

Mick Jones and Topper Headon reunite in studio after 27 years

Two dates next May are first shows reunited with James Williamson