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John Cale to showcase new work in London

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John Cale is to showcase a new work at London's Barbican Theatre in September. The musician's new "audio-visual collaboration" is called LOOP@@60Hz: Transmissions From The Drone Orchestra. According to a report in London's Evening Standard, the work will use flying drones to carry speakers to proj...

John Cale is to showcase a new work at London’s Barbican Theatre in September.

The musician’s new “audio-visual collaboration” is called LOOP@@60Hz: Transmissions From The Drone Orchestra.

According to a report in London’s Evening Standard, the work will use flying drones to carry speakers to project sound, as well as making mechanical noises as they hover over the audience.

The project has been devised by Cale along with architect Liam Young.

Cale has said he aims to free the drones from their usual associations with surveillance and military uses to make them “choreographed, disembodied instruments which take flight in the auditorium to create a profoundly immersive live music performance”, according to the Barbican.

The performances take place on Friday, 12 and Saturday 13, September 2014 at 8pm. Tickets cost between £20 – 25.

You can find more information here.

The Making Of… Metallica’s Enter Sandman

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Metallica headline Glastonbury this weekend, and “Enter Sandman” will most likely be a highlight of their set. So we delved into the archive, back to Uncut’s March 2007 issue (Take 118), to discover how the group created The Black Album’s anti-lullaby. Lars Ulrich, James Hetfield and produce...

Metallica headline Glastonbury this weekend, and “Enter Sandman” will most likely be a highlight of their set. So we delved into the archive, back to Uncut’s March 2007 issue (Take 118), to discover how the group created The Black Album’s anti-lullaby. Lars Ulrich, James Hetfield and producer Bob Rock spill the beans to Stephen Dalton…

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In 1990, Metallica were the world’s biggest underground band. But as the thrash metal pioneers began recording their self-titled fifth record, aka The Black Album, the dominant sound on US radio shifted towards the angry, cathartic, darker introspection of grunge and alternative rock. The hard-rocking foursome were perfectly poised to capitalise on this punky new racket. Kurt Cobain was, after all, a Metallica fan.

“Enter Sandman” epitomised the new Metallica. Lean and linear, built around a nagging neo-blues riff by guitarist Kirk Hammett, this potent piece of broody psychodrama explores childhood nightmares with all the latent tension of a great horror movie. Bob Rock, a demanding new producer with a commercially successful track record, helped shape the song’s roomy, bass-heavy sound. Rock challenged singer James Hetfield to vent more personal emotions, and also to use his booming baritone voice rather than simply growl.

“Enter Sandman” became a huge hit, propelling The Black Album to a chart-topping debut in October ’91 – just a month before Nevermind. Total sales later topped 14 million. Even today, this hypnotic anti-lullaby remains one of Metallica’s signature anthems. As Hammett says: “That’s our ‘Stairway To Heaven’, our ‘Jumping Jack Flash’, our ‘Live Forever’…”

Included in Rolling Stone’s 500 Greatest Songs Of All Time, “Enter Sandman” has since been covered by artists as diverse as Pat Boone and Motörhead. Here drummer and co-writer Lars Ulrich, James Hetfield and Bob Rock tell Uncut about the song’s troubled birth and lasting legacy.

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Lars Ulrich (drums): After four records and being in LA, you could feel the imminent death of the whole hair stuff and that wanky fucking radio bollocks coming out of America. Everything we had grown up rebelling against in the ’80s was dying. Bands like ourselves, Alice In Chains and Nirvana were ready to enter the ’90s with a different aesthetic.

“Enter Sandman” was the first thing we came up with when we sat down for the songwriting process in July 1990. The 10-minute, fucking progressive, 12-tempo-changes side of Metallica had run its course after …And Justice For All. We wanted to streamline and simplify things. We wrote the song in a day or two. All the bits of “Enter Sandman” are derived from the main riff.

But what’s interesting is, it was the last song James wrote lyrics to. So in the spring of ’91 he came in with these lyrics about crib death – the line “Off to never never land” was originally “Disrupt the perfect family”. Nice, friendly feelgood lyrics! We sat down and said, “No disrespect, you’ve written great lyrics over the years, but maybe the subject matter and the vibe in these doesn’t fit the mood of the music…”

It was very uncomfortable as we’d always prided ourselves in keeping our noses out of telling each other what to play individually. But James took it rather well, and a couple of weeks later came in with new lyrics.

The Black Album was the hardest record we ever made – we were just not used to people telling us what to do. You’ve got to understand where we came from. We’d spent the ’80s making our own records. Then we realised we needed somebody to help us make records that were sonically better, so we sought out Bob Rock.

We had a great time getting to know each other, then all of a sudden we were stuck in this studio in LA and he started kicking our balls. We were like, “Who the fuck is this guy?” That took a little getting used to. But we survived the process and in the year after making the record we became friends. We’d wind Bob up by putting porno pictures all over the studio wall, and most of them were male. Nothing winds up Americans more than the sight of a 12-inch erect penis. It puts them at great length to convince you of their heterosexuality. Us Europeans are more comfortable with that stuff.

I campaigned for “Enter Sandman” to be the album’s opener. I felt it was a great intro to our headspace of 1990 and ’91. In terms of sales, it started the project off rather well. We still refer to it as the song that keeps the pool heated at a comfortable 88°, and we love it for that. I can’t say I get sick of playing it. It still works for me.

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James Hetfield (vocals, guitar): “Enter Sandman” has just two riffs in it, which is pretty amazing. To me, the …And Justice For All album sounds horrible, awful, can’t fucking stand it. That was our fancy stage, showing off too much. We knew we had to move on and The Black Album was the opposite. So when me and Lars got back together after a short break, I said, “We gotta really try and write some shorter, to-the-point songs.” We had always tried to write shorter, it just never happened.

We’d had that title “Enter Sandman” for a long time. It was originally gonna be about crib death – y’know, baby suddenly dies, the sandman killed it. But that’s a little corny. I wanted more of the mental thing where this kid gets manipulated by what adults say. And you know when you wake up with that shit in your eye? That’s supposedly been put in there by the sandman to make you dream. So the guy in the song tells this little kid that and he kinda freaks. He can’t sleep after that and it works the opposite way. Instead of a soothing thing, the table’s turned.

Bob Rock was a huge target. Everyone blamed him – he got some horrible death threats and shit from fans. A lot of blame was put on him for something we wanted. Blame us for everything.

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Bob Rock (producer): It was kind of friendly in the beginning. I don’t think I had any idea of the intensity of the personalities involved, especially James. The funny thing is, it’s not like they impressed me, I wasn’t a fan. I thought they were good, but it wasn’t like how everyone else viewed them. I really didn’t give a shit, to be honest.

So when they started doing things the way they had always done, I just gave it back to them. They were quite taken aback. Because I didn’t care, so when they’d do stupid things I’d call them on it. Lars would show up really late and I’d say, “What a fucking asshole you are…” I don’t think people did that to them before.

At the time, Metallica had this rule; nobody could comment on anybody else’s stuff. But the original “Enter Sandman” was about crib death. Nobody had ever talked to James about his lyrics so they told me I had to do it. Here’s this guy who’s basically Mr Grouchy, the Mighty Hetfield. But I just said, “You’re selling the song short, it’s so easy to just go to simple stuff like that, but it’s harder to come up with something good that means something…” I think that was the beginning of trying to give James the confidence to reach for more.

Back then, the way Lars looked at drums was so foreign from other people I’d worked with. But now I see why he is so unique and just so fucking good. It’s almost like he plays drums to James’ riffs like Keith Moon played to Pete Townshend. The guy is brilliant. He’s very underrated as a drummer.

After 15 years working with Metallica, all I remember is that was the only album I ever did with them where I got four guys who all had the same kind of vision. When you have a goal to be the biggest band in the world, you kind of put all your personality things to the side. It’s almost like a marriage.

With The Black Album, they got what they wanted, to be the biggest band in the world. Which brings the personality problem. The whole thing changed. After that, they weren’t four hungry guys who wanted to take on the world.

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Fact File

Written by: Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich

Performers: Metallica (James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett

and Jason Newsted)

Produced by: Bob Rock, James Hetfield

and Lars Ulrich

Released: July 1991

Highest UK chart position: 5

Highest US chart position: 16

Jesus And Mary Chain’s Jim Reid: “William and I can work together without killing each other at the moment”

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Jim Reid talks to Uncut about The Jesus And Mary Chain’s resurgence in the new issue, dated August 2014 and out now. Reid and the band’s new manager Alan McGee discuss the forthcoming Psychocandy shows, their recent South American tour and the possibility of new material in 2016. “The band...

Jim Reid talks to Uncut about The Jesus And Mary Chain’s resurgence in the new issue, dated August 2014 and out now.

Reid and the band’s new manager Alan McGee discuss the forthcoming Psychocandy shows, their recent South American tour and the possibility of new material in 2016.

“The band is almost like a third brother, you can’t just walk away from it,” says Jim Reid of his volatile relationship with brother William.

“Most of our adult life, it’s something that’s been there between us and it’s something we both love and want to take control of.

“When we recorded Psychocandy, we argued like hell and there were actual fistfights. It’s never going to be ideal, but we know how far too far is now, so we can kind of work together without killing each other at the moment.”

The new Uncut, dated August 2014, is out now.

The 24th Uncut Playlist Of 2014

Lots to dig into this week, not least a song to sample from the Hiss Golden Messenger album that I’ve been alluding to for so long. Strong Ronnie Lane vibes there, perhaps. Among some biggish new entries here, some lesser known names to check out, too: Jennifer Castle; 75 Dollar Bill’s weird adaptation of desert blues; the new Blonde Redhead album that increasingly feels like their strongest in an age; and Hurray For The Riff Raff, magnificent on Letterman. Lot of good techno and electronica, too: not quite sure why that is at the moment. I’ll leave you to meditate on whether a reggae cover of “Purple Rain” in its entirety and featuring, among others, Ali Campbell and the drummer from Fun Lovin’ Criminals, is something to actively seek out… Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey 1 Plastikman – Ex (Mute) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDBcxEMHNMs 2 Caustic Window – Caustic Window (Rephlex) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uk7Q7nYJpS8&list=PL05YPqhPmTtJUC0AWZAOJrhWJrjlCH11q 3 [REDACTED] 4 [REDACTED] 5 Interpol – El Pintor (Soft Limit) 6 Jennifer Castle – Pink City (No Quarter) 7 Blonde Redhead – Barragán (Kobalt) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NS8FLOMgSlk 8 Wire – Document And Eyewitness 1979-1980 (Pink Flag) 9 Ibeyi – Oya (XL) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAzjmDZD4aY 10 Hiss Golden Messenger – Lateness Of Dancers (Merge) 11 The Allah-Las – Worship The Sun (Temporary Leisure) Hear a new Allah-Las track here 12 FKA Twigs – LP1 (XL) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3yDP9MKVhZc 13 Pye Corner Audio – The Black Mist EP (Front & Follow) 14 John Cale & Terry Riley – Church Of Anthrax (Esoteric) 15 Radio Riddler – Purple Reggae (MITA) 16 Linda Ronstadt – Hand Sown … Home Grown/Silk Purse/Linda Ronstadt (BGO) 17 Various Artists – Total 14 (Kompakt) 18 Simian Mobile Disco – Whorl (Anti-) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2HLp58Qt3Xo 19 Luluc – Passerby (Sub Pop) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQetpSkYnA8 20 Gerry Goffin – It Ain’t Exactly Entertainment (Adelphi) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6j2uNnKEdxU 21 The Allman Brothers - The 1971 Fillmore East Recordings (Universal) 22 Houndstooth – Yellow Stone (No Quarter) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pz52pY1spv4 23 75 Dollar Bill – Olives In The Ears (www.bandcamp.com) 24 A Winged Victory For The Sullen – Atomos (Erased Tapes) 25 Robert Plant – Lullaby And… The Ceaseless Roar (Nonesuch) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o64qknmWWRE 26 Vashti Bunyan – Heartleap (FatCar) 27 Hurray For The Riff Raff – The Body Electric (Live On Letterman) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PURNz-8U_Ko 28 González & Steenkiste - Dimly Lit (Fort Evil Fruit) 29 Tweedy - Sukierae (dBpm)

Lots to dig into this week, not least a song to sample from the Hiss Golden Messenger album that I’ve been alluding to for so long. Strong Ronnie Lane vibes there, perhaps. Among some biggish new entries here, some lesser known names to check out, too: Jennifer Castle; 75 Dollar Bill’s weird adaptation of desert blues; the new Blonde Redhead album that increasingly feels like their strongest in an age; and Hurray For The Riff Raff, magnificent on Letterman.

Lot of good techno and electronica, too: not quite sure why that is at the moment. I’ll leave you to meditate on whether a reggae cover of “Purple Rain” in its entirety and featuring, among others, Ali Campbell and the drummer from Fun Lovin’ Criminals, is something to actively seek out…

Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey

1 Plastikman – Ex (Mute)

2 Caustic Window – Caustic Window (Rephlex)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uk7Q7nYJpS8&list=PL05YPqhPmTtJUC0AWZAOJrhWJrjlCH11q

3 [REDACTED]

4 [REDACTED]

5 Interpol – El Pintor (Soft Limit)

6 Jennifer Castle – Pink City (No Quarter)

7 Blonde Redhead – Barragán (Kobalt)

8 Wire – Document And Eyewitness 1979-1980 (Pink Flag)

9 Ibeyi – Oya (XL)

10 Hiss Golden Messenger – Lateness Of Dancers (Merge)

11 The Allah-Las – Worship The Sun (Temporary Leisure)

Hear a new Allah-Las track here

12 FKA Twigs – LP1 (XL)

13 Pye Corner Audio – The Black Mist EP (Front & Follow)

14 John Cale & Terry Riley – Church Of Anthrax (Esoteric)

15 Radio Riddler – Purple Reggae (MITA)

16 Linda Ronstadt – Hand Sown … Home Grown/Silk Purse/Linda Ronstadt (BGO)

17 Various Artists – Total 14 (Kompakt)

18 Simian Mobile Disco – Whorl (Anti-)

19 Luluc – Passerby (Sub Pop)

20 Gerry Goffin – It Ain’t Exactly Entertainment (Adelphi)

21 The Allman Brothers – The 1971 Fillmore East Recordings (Universal)

22 Houndstooth – Yellow Stone (No Quarter)

23 75 Dollar Bill – Olives In The Ears (www.bandcamp.com)

24 A Winged Victory For The Sullen – Atomos (Erased Tapes)

25 Robert Plant – Lullaby And… The Ceaseless Roar (Nonesuch)

26 Vashti Bunyan – Heartleap (FatCar)

27 Hurray For The Riff Raff – The Body Electric (Live On Letterman)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PURNz-8U_Ko

28 González & Steenkiste – Dimly Lit (Fort Evil Fruit)

29 Tweedy – Sukierae (dBpm)

Mogwai – Come On Die Young Deluxe Edition

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Noise abatement! The Scots' chilly, sparse masterpiece gets a lavish, four-album treatment... By 1999, Mogwai had a reputation. Their early, John Peel-approved singles saw them numbered alongside Tortoise and Godspeed You! Black Emperor in a transatlantic post-rock movement, although they were in their teens, from Glasgow, and shared some decidedly lowbrow predilections: for Black Sabbath, Celtic FC, and fortified wine. Their music was thoughtful and melodic, but also loud and confrontational. A European tour featured sets at a volume that ruptured eardrums. A remix album featured noiseniks like μ-Ziq, Alec Empire and Kevin Shields, entitled Kicking A Dead Pig. Supporting the Manic Street Preachers in 1998, Uncut watched them play a bellicose “Like Herod”, 10 minutes of noodling that suddenly erupted into a broiling tumult of feedback that persisted until the end of the set. As Manics fans jammed fingers in ears and glasses rained down, bassist Dominic Aitchison walked to the front of the stage, turned his back to the crowd, and dropped his trousers. For second album, Come On Die Young, Mogwai recorded outside Scotland for the first time, decamping to Dave Fridmann’s Tarbox Road studio in upstate New York. There were few immediate signs of a fresh maturity: a magazine feature of the time found Stuart Braithwaite and new recruit Barry Burns refining something they called “the paedophile chord”. But the finished Come On Die Young offered something quite unforeseen. Melancholy and hollowed out, with Burns filling out the spaces between wandering bass and sparse drums with piano, keyboard and flute, this music was decidedly low-key. It was not immediate. Nor was it possessed of bold messages or complicated time signatures. But in gentle, unfolding suites like “Chocky” and “Waltz With Aiden” lay something enriching, a gloomy introspection traceable to slowcore groups like Low or Codeine, but also further back, to post-punk touchstones like The Cure’s Faith or Joy Division’s Closer. The opening “Punk Rock” samples an Iggy Pop interview on Canadian TV: “I don’t know Johnny Rotten… but I’m sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius… myself.” The music itself, though, is spidery and pensive, huffing on Iggy’s spirited iconoclasm, and breathing it out at a hush. Fifteen years on, this reissue expands the original album to a four LP box and double CD. Much of the bonus material includes unreleased takes from the Chem19 studios in Glasgow and the pre-Tarbox CAVA sessions. There are some valuable additions. Included is the original “Helps Both Ways”, featuring American football commentary from the NFL’s John Madden (for legal reasons, replaced on the album proper by footage from a college game). The previously unheard CAVA sessions track “Spoon Test” and eight-minute rarity “Hugh Dallas” are both worthy of rediscovery, while deleted 2001 EP Travels In Constants is included in full, notably a piano cover of Papa M’s “Arundel”. The body of Come On Die Young, though, features some of Mogwai’s most remarkable music. For all its prevalent calm, there are crescendos, in the shape of slow-burner “Ex Cowboy” and the 10-minute “Christmas Steps” – a build from pensive guitar chimes to menacing Shellac thrash, finally relenting to elegiac violin courtesy of Long Fin Killie’s Luke Sutherland. The slide guitar-accompanied “Cody”, meanwhile, remains the band’s finest vocal moment, Stuart Braithwaite breathing softly of late night drives where passing streetlights come to resemble illuminated fairground carousels. While Mogwai themselves have always been reticent to ascribe meaning or concept to their music, their playful titling opens up a world of its own. Non-album rarity “Nick Drake” is a Tortoise-like eddy named after the late English folk guitarist then only in the first fits of reassessment. The tension-release motions of “Kappa” takes its name from a brand of sportswear favoured by the Scottish ned, which Mogwai members wore with pride. The album bows out with a sombre trombone refrain dashed with wintery electronics, so of course it stands to reason it should be titled “Punk Rock/Puff Daddy/Antichrist”. There is a strange disconnect here. For all their mischief and confrontation, Mogwai’s own music is a serious thing. Here, though, a vision is coming into focus. Making ears bleed was all well and good; but here, somewhere between euphoria and sadness, there was a rich seam waiting to be tapped. It’s a formula that’s served Mogwai well since, but they’ve not yet improved on the mesmeric meditations of Come On Die Young. Louis Pattison Q&A Stuart Braithwaite What do you remember about the recording of CODY? I remember it really vividly. We were really excited about recording with Dave Fridmann, and he and his family made us really welcome. His Tarbox Road studio is in the middle of nowhere in upstate New York – it's about 30 minutes from the closest town. The main shop in that town specialised in hunting gear. I remember one time we were out buying stuff – probably [American fortified wine] MD20/20 – and a guy was targeting us with his gun’s laser target, which was a wee bit scary. But working with Dave was great. We were really prepared and he contributed a lot in terms of extra instrumentation and ideas. At the time, Mogwai had developed a reputation as a loud band. But CODY is largely a thing of quiet restraint. Was this a matter of conscious intent – to go against what was expected of you? I think we wanted to show that there was more to our music than radical dynamic shifts, and definitely had that in mind. A lot of very minimal records like Seventeen Seconds by The Cure and Spiderland by Slint were influencing us at the time too. I think it's aged reasonably well. We tend to avoid doing anything gimmicky on our records, which hopefully helps them from sounding too time-specific. As far as our catalogue I think it has its own place. I still like all the songs and I'm pretty proud that such a bleak record made it into the charts – especially as records actually still sold back then. Did you get Iggy Pop's blessing to use the speech on 'Punk Rock' - or do you know if he heard it later on? We didn't, though I've been told that he's heard it since and thought it was cool. I hope it’s true! INTERVIEW: LOUIS PATTISON

Noise abatement! The Scots’ chilly, sparse masterpiece gets a lavish, four-album treatment…

By 1999, Mogwai had a reputation. Their early, John Peel-approved singles saw them numbered alongside Tortoise and Godspeed You! Black Emperor in a transatlantic post-rock movement, although they were in their teens, from Glasgow, and shared some decidedly lowbrow predilections: for Black Sabbath, Celtic FC, and fortified wine. Their music was thoughtful and melodic, but also loud and confrontational. A European tour featured sets at a volume that ruptured eardrums. A remix album featured noiseniks like μ-Ziq, Alec Empire and Kevin Shields, entitled Kicking A Dead Pig. Supporting the Manic Street Preachers in 1998, Uncut watched them play a bellicose “Like Herod”, 10 minutes of noodling that suddenly erupted into a broiling tumult of feedback that persisted until the end of the set. As Manics fans jammed fingers in ears and glasses rained down, bassist Dominic Aitchison walked to the front of the stage, turned his back to the crowd, and dropped his trousers.

For second album, Come On Die Young, Mogwai recorded outside Scotland for the first time, decamping to Dave Fridmann’s Tarbox Road studio in upstate New York. There were few immediate signs of a fresh maturity: a magazine feature of the time found Stuart Braithwaite and new recruit Barry Burns refining something they called “the paedophile chord”. But the finished Come On Die Young offered something quite unforeseen. Melancholy and hollowed out, with Burns filling out the spaces between wandering bass and sparse drums with piano, keyboard and flute, this music was decidedly low-key. It was not immediate. Nor was it possessed of bold messages or complicated time signatures. But in gentle, unfolding suites like “Chocky” and “Waltz With Aiden” lay something enriching, a gloomy introspection traceable to slowcore groups like Low or Codeine, but also further back, to post-punk touchstones like The Cure’s Faith or Joy Division’s Closer. The opening “Punk Rock” samples an Iggy Pop interview on Canadian TV: “I don’t know Johnny Rotten… but I’m sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius… myself.” The music itself, though, is spidery and pensive, huffing on Iggy’s spirited iconoclasm, and breathing it out at a hush.

Fifteen years on, this reissue expands the original album to a four LP box and double CD. Much of the bonus material includes unreleased takes from the Chem19 studios in Glasgow and the pre-Tarbox CAVA sessions. There are some valuable additions. Included is the original “Helps Both Ways”, featuring American football commentary from the NFL’s John Madden (for legal reasons, replaced on the album proper by footage from a college game). The previously unheard CAVA sessions track “Spoon Test” and eight-minute rarity “Hugh Dallas” are both worthy of rediscovery, while deleted 2001 EP Travels In Constants is included in full, notably a piano cover of Papa M’s “Arundel”.

The body of Come On Die Young, though, features some of Mogwai’s most remarkable music. For all its prevalent calm, there are crescendos, in the shape of slow-burner “Ex Cowboy” and the 10-minute “Christmas Steps” – a build from pensive guitar chimes to menacing Shellac thrash, finally relenting to elegiac violin courtesy of Long Fin Killie’s Luke Sutherland. The slide guitar-accompanied “Cody”, meanwhile, remains the band’s finest vocal moment, Stuart Braithwaite breathing softly of late night drives where passing streetlights come to resemble illuminated fairground carousels.

While Mogwai themselves have always been reticent to ascribe meaning or concept to their music, their playful titling opens up a world of its own. Non-album rarity “Nick Drake” is a Tortoise-like eddy named after the late English folk guitarist then only in the first fits of reassessment. The tension-release motions of “Kappa” takes its name from a brand of sportswear favoured by the Scottish ned, which Mogwai members wore with pride. The album bows out with a sombre trombone refrain dashed with wintery electronics, so of course it stands to reason it should be titled “Punk Rock/Puff Daddy/Antichrist”.

There is a strange disconnect here. For all their mischief and confrontation, Mogwai’s own music is a serious thing. Here, though, a vision is coming into focus. Making ears bleed was all well and good; but here, somewhere between euphoria and sadness, there was a rich seam waiting to be tapped. It’s a formula that’s served Mogwai well since, but they’ve not yet improved on the mesmeric meditations of Come On Die Young.

Louis Pattison

Q&A

Stuart Braithwaite

What do you remember about the recording of CODY?

I remember it really vividly. We were really excited about recording with Dave Fridmann, and he and his family made us really welcome. His Tarbox Road studio is in the middle of nowhere in upstate New York – it’s about 30 minutes from the closest town. The main shop in that town specialised in hunting gear. I remember one time we were out buying stuff – probably [American fortified wine] MD20/20 – and a guy was targeting us with his gun’s laser target, which was a wee bit scary. But working with Dave was great. We were really prepared and he contributed a lot in terms of extra instrumentation and ideas.

At the time, Mogwai had developed a reputation as a loud band. But CODY is largely a thing of quiet restraint. Was this a matter of conscious intent – to go against what was expected of you?

I think we wanted to show that there was more to our music than radical dynamic shifts, and definitely had that in mind. A lot of very minimal records like Seventeen Seconds by The Cure and Spiderland by Slint were influencing us at the time too. I think it’s aged reasonably well. We tend to avoid doing anything gimmicky on our records, which hopefully helps them from sounding too time-specific. As far as our catalogue I think it has its own place. I still like all the songs and I’m pretty proud that such a bleak record made it into the charts – especially as records actually still sold back then.

Did you get Iggy Pop’s blessing to use the speech on ‘Punk Rock’ – or do you know if he heard it later on?

We didn’t, though I’ve been told that he’s heard it since and thought it was cool. I hope it’s true!

INTERVIEW: LOUIS PATTISON

Graham Nash: CSNY may release Deja Vu box set

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With CSNY's 1974 tour box set due for release in the UK and Europe on July 7, Graham Nash has revealed that they might release another archival project. Speaking to Rolling Stone, Nash said: "I'm toying with the idea of redoing the Deja Vu album. When we made the album we were restricted by the technicalities of how many minutes you can get onto a side of vinyl without having to compress everything. It meant we had to fade everything out." Nash continued, "We recently did a mix of one of David's songs that went all the way through from beginning to end. I thought to myself, 'I'd like to hear 'Carry On' without it fading.' I want it to go all the way to the end when Dallas [Taylor] put his drumsticks down. I want to hear the jam we did at the end of 'Everybody I Love You'. I might talk to the boys about doing the entire Deja Vu without fading any of the songs." Nash also said they have professionally filmed footage from the CSNY shows at New York's Fillmore East in March, 1970. "That's an entire other project," he told Rolling Stone. "Those shows we did at the Fillmore East were absolutely the best shows we ever did in our lives and that's all been filmed. It's just a question of whether we have the time and desire to put them out." You can watch the trailer for CSNY 1974 here.

With CSNY‘s 1974 tour box set due for release in the UK and Europe on July 7, Graham Nash has revealed that they might release another archival project.

Speaking to Rolling Stone, Nash said: “I’m toying with the idea of redoing the Deja Vu album. When we made the album we were restricted by the technicalities of how many minutes you can get onto a side of vinyl without having to compress everything. It meant we had to fade everything out.”

Nash continued, “We recently did a mix of one of David’s songs that went all the way through from beginning to end. I thought to myself, ‘I’d like to hear ‘Carry On’ without it fading.’ I want it to go all the way to the end when Dallas [Taylor] put his drumsticks down. I want to hear the jam we did at the end of ‘Everybody I Love You‘. I might talk to the boys about doing the entire Deja Vu without fading any of the songs.”

Nash also said they have professionally filmed footage from the CSNY shows at New York’s Fillmore East in March, 1970. “That’s an entire other project,” he told Rolling Stone. “Those shows we did at the Fillmore East were absolutely the best shows we ever did in our lives and that’s all been filmed. It’s just a question of whether we have the time and desire to put them out.”

You can watch the trailer for CSNY 1974 here.

Daft Punk to be subject of new TV documentary

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Daft Punk are to be the subject of a new TV documentary next year. French subscription channel Canal Plus have commissioned BBC Worldwide Production France to make a one-hour film about the famously elusive electro duo. It will air in 2015. The film was announced at non-fiction conference Sunny Si...

Daft Punk are to be the subject of a new TV documentary next year.

French subscription channel Canal Plus have commissioned BBC Worldwide Production France to make a one-hour film about the famously elusive electro duo. It will air in 2015.

The film was announced at non-fiction conference Sunny Side, and as Variety reports, marks BBC Worldwide‘s first commission from Canal Plus. It will chart the rise and artistry of the award-winning duo, Thomas Bangalter and Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo, from Daft Punk’s formation in 1993 through to the huge success of 2013’s Random Access Memories.

During their 20-year career, Daft Punk have sold more than 12 million albums around the world and have won six Grammy Awards. They announced their comeback by surprising the crowd at 2013’s Coachella Festival with a teaser trailer, before slowly revealing their fourth album to journalists around the world under strict security guidelines. “Get Lucky” from that album became one of the year’s biggest singles, selling 9.3 million copies worldwide.

Jean-Louis Blot, head of BBC Worldwide Productions France, is producing the documentary with Patrice Gellé and said: “We are proud to announce our first commission with Canal Plus Group on such an original and creative film. BBC Worldwide France stands as a major French producer of documentaries with stunning production values and universal appeal.”

Emily Eavis: “We’ve put Jack White and Robert Plant on same stage hoping for a collaboration”

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Glastonbury Festival organiser Emily Eavis says she hopes the placement of Robert Plant and Jack White in consecutive slots on the Pyramid Stage on Saturday might lead to the two appearing together for a one-off collaboration. Plant plays at 5.30pm on the festival's main stage and White plays at 7....

Glastonbury Festival organiser Emily Eavis says she hopes the placement of Robert Plant and Jack White in consecutive slots on the Pyramid Stage on Saturday might lead to the two appearing together for a one-off collaboration.

Plant plays at 5.30pm on the festival’s main stage and White plays at 7.30pm, before Metallica perform their headline slot.

Asked if there was a reason for their consecutive slots, Eavis told NME: “It was quite an exciting moment when we thought let’s put them next to each other. I don’t think they are going to do anything together – but you never know.”

Eavis also said booking Jack White was a coup for the festival. “Having Jack White is a big deal for us as obviously he’s not doing any other British festivals,” she said. “He’s got a great history here. He’s a proper Glastonbury-goer, he’s not like in-and-out. He gets totally stuck in.”

White will return to the UK this autumn for a three date arena tour, playing Leeds First Direct Arena on November 17, Glasgow SSE Hydro on November 18 and London O2 Arena on November 19.

Jack White plays:

London Eventim Apollo (July 3)

Leeds First Direct Arena (November 17)

Glasgow SSE Hydro (18)

London O2 Arena (19)

Conor Oberst – Upside Down Mountain

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The shambolic Bright Eyes auteur submits to a Wilsonian extreme makeover... A decade and a half has passed since Connor Oberst popped into view as an 18-year-old lo-fi Heartland prodigy with a barely contained torrent of words pouring out of him, and it’s tempting to look at the 11 proper albums he’s made with his ever-changing band Bright Eyes and under his own name as an extended coming-of-age narrative. Along the way, he’s survived being classified as “emo’s Bob Dylan”, embraced as an indie heartthrob and vilified as an insufferable, navel-gazing narcissist, before attaining a reasonable degree of cred as a thoughtful, prolific and fearless artist endlessly eager to throw himself into challenging circumstances. In 2005, he simultaneously released a pair of Bright Eyes albums, the folky I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning and, in a total departure from his previous records, the synth-driven Digital Ash In A Digital Urn. After Bright Eyes’ relatively straightforward (apart from the Easter eggs hidden in the artwork) Cassadega (2007), he traveled to Mexico with a bunch of musician friends to cut 2008’s Conor Oberst, then took them on an extended tour, at the end of which he initiated an experiment in democracy, calling on his bandmates to write songs and take lead vocals. The resulting LP, Outer South (2009) released under the nameplate Conor Oberst And The Mystic Valley Band, was a ramshackle mess and apparently got that notion out of his head. On Oberst’s next endeavour, 2011’s The People’s Key, made with his longtime collaborators Mike Mogis and Nate Walcott as Bright Eyes, he pushed himself to the opposite extreme, going for a modern-pop/arena-rock record that Mogis described at the time as “Police meets Cars” and Oberst compared (in theory) to the Killers. And while the Cars’ influence is detectable in the taut grooves, the record’s overall weirdness rendered it far from radio-ready. Now a 33-year-old married man with a career spanning nearly half his lifetime, Oberst appears to have gained a degree of perspective on his work and his place in the musical universe. His boyish earnestness, the frayed, adenoidal quaver he claims to despise and his obsessive love of language are unchanged, seemingly as permanent as birthmarks, and are now the self-acknowledged tools of his trade. But, as he’s shown so often during the last nine years, the context is everything for this artist. On this go-round, Oberst turned to Jonathan Wilson, the North Carolina native turned LA musical preservationist who’s making a name for himself as a producer (Dawes, Father John Misty, Roy Harper) and solo artist. Oberst knew what he was getting – a virtuosic instrumentalist and hands-on studio pro who values authenticity and overtly venerates the golden age of SoCal folk rock in his work, different values than Oberst had attempted to cohere with on his previous records. Given the stylistic thrust and a batch of Oberst songs that are somewhat more accessible and less verbose than anything he’s penned before, Swedish sister duo First Aid Kit were a natural fit, and on the six tracks on which they appear, their harmonized voices caress Oberst’s wobbly bray like liquid gold, filling in the crags. They bring an organic richness to the aural backdrops meticulously constructed by Wilson, who further burnishes the arrangements with brass, reeds, vibraphone, glockenspiel, pedal steel and keyboards. The producer’s neoclassic aesthetic brings colour, scale and retro richness – but also much-needed structure – to signature Oberst opuses like “Time Forgot”, “Kick” and “Governor’s Ball”, so much so that less ornamented tracks like the solo acoustic “You Are Your Mother’s Son” and the closing “Common Knowledge” seem threadbare by comparison. But the album’s deepest, most beguiling song, “Artifact #1”, features only young LA standout Blake Mills, whose guitars, keys and percussion render the performance luminous, and whose name I strongly suspect you’ll be seeing in these pages with some frequency in the future. Upside Down Mountain makes a persuasive case for itself as the Conor Oberst album for people who don’t particularly like Conor Oberst, but more meaningfully, it’s a record this restless artist can settle into and build on as he continues to mature, because it solves his chronic problems while presenting him with a newfound sweet spot. Bud Scoppa Q&A Conor Oberst Several of these songs strike me as hallucinatory or dreamlike. All my songs are daydreams – no joke. These were written over a three-year period, so in that sense it seems less conceptual than other records I’ve made, where the songs were written closer together. But I suppose there are some through-lines, thematically speaking. I guess the idea that we’re all alone on our own little mountaintops, that life is a struggle for connection, to feel less alone. We do the best with the tools we’re afforded, but we all die alone. Solitude should not be the enemy. It is our most natural state. We’ve watched you grow up in public. How do you view your journey as an artist and a human being, and how does this album reflect that journey? There’s no dramatic arc to my narrative. If I ever self-mythologize, it’s usually for comic effect. A common critique of my music has always been that I’m very self-absorbed and narcissistic, which it probably is, but it's interesting to note now with social media and Instagram and Facebook how disgustingly self-absorbed most everybody is. I don’t feel bad about mine in the least. I’ve turned my self-absorption into rock’n’roll records for the last 20 years. Not everyone deserves a platform. You should have to earn it by contributing something of value. Being famous for being famous is just straight-up sad. And funny. INTERVIEW: BUD SCOPPA

The shambolic Bright Eyes auteur submits to a Wilsonian extreme makeover…

A decade and a half has passed since Connor Oberst popped into view as an 18-year-old lo-fi Heartland prodigy with a barely contained torrent of words pouring out of him, and it’s tempting to look at the 11 proper albums he’s made with his ever-changing band Bright Eyes and under his own name as an extended coming-of-age narrative. Along the way, he’s survived being classified as “emo’s Bob Dylan”, embraced as an indie heartthrob and vilified as an insufferable, navel-gazing narcissist, before attaining a reasonable degree of cred as a thoughtful, prolific and fearless artist endlessly eager to throw himself into challenging circumstances.

In 2005, he simultaneously released a pair of Bright Eyes albums, the folky I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning and, in a total departure from his previous records, the synth-driven Digital Ash In A Digital Urn. After Bright Eyes’ relatively straightforward (apart from the Easter eggs hidden in the artwork) Cassadega (2007), he traveled to Mexico with a bunch of musician friends to cut 2008’s Conor Oberst, then took them on an extended tour, at the end of which he initiated an experiment in democracy, calling on his bandmates to write songs and take lead vocals.

The resulting LP, Outer South (2009) released under the nameplate Conor Oberst And The Mystic Valley Band, was a ramshackle mess and apparently got that notion out of his head. On Oberst’s next endeavour, 2011’s The People’s Key, made with his longtime collaborators Mike Mogis and Nate Walcott as Bright Eyes, he pushed himself to the opposite extreme, going for a modern-pop/arena-rock record that Mogis described at the time as “Police meets Cars” and Oberst compared (in theory) to the Killers. And while the Cars’ influence is detectable in the taut grooves, the record’s overall weirdness rendered it far from radio-ready.

Now a 33-year-old married man with a career spanning nearly half his lifetime, Oberst appears to have gained a degree of perspective on his work and his place in the musical universe. His boyish earnestness, the frayed, adenoidal quaver he claims to despise and his obsessive love of language are unchanged, seemingly as permanent as birthmarks, and are now the self-acknowledged tools of his trade. But, as he’s shown so often during the last nine years, the context is everything for this artist. On this go-round, Oberst turned to Jonathan Wilson, the North Carolina native turned LA musical preservationist who’s making a name for himself as a producer (Dawes, Father John Misty, Roy Harper) and solo artist.

Oberst knew what he was getting – a virtuosic instrumentalist and hands-on studio pro who values authenticity and overtly venerates the golden age of SoCal folk rock in his work, different values than Oberst had attempted to cohere with on his previous records. Given the stylistic thrust and a batch of Oberst songs that are somewhat more accessible and less verbose than anything he’s penned before, Swedish sister duo First Aid Kit were a natural fit, and on the six tracks on which they appear, their harmonized voices caress Oberst’s wobbly bray like liquid gold, filling in the crags. They bring an organic richness to the aural backdrops meticulously constructed by Wilson, who further burnishes the arrangements with brass, reeds, vibraphone, glockenspiel, pedal steel and keyboards. The producer’s neoclassic aesthetic brings colour, scale and retro richness – but also much-needed structure – to signature Oberst opuses like “Time Forgot”, “Kick” and “Governor’s Ball”, so much so that less ornamented tracks like the solo acoustic “You Are Your Mother’s Son” and the closing “Common Knowledge” seem threadbare by comparison. But the album’s deepest, most beguiling song, “Artifact #1”, features only young LA standout Blake Mills, whose guitars, keys and percussion render the performance luminous, and whose name I strongly suspect you’ll be seeing in these pages with some frequency in the future.

Upside Down Mountain makes a persuasive case for itself as the Conor Oberst album for people who don’t particularly like Conor Oberst, but more meaningfully, it’s a record this restless artist can settle into and build on as he continues to mature, because it solves his chronic problems while presenting him with a newfound sweet spot.

Bud Scoppa

Q&A

Conor Oberst

Several of these songs strike me as hallucinatory or dreamlike.

All my songs are daydreams – no joke. These were written over a three-year period, so in that sense it seems less conceptual than other records I’ve made, where the songs were written closer together. But I suppose there are some through-lines, thematically speaking. I guess the idea that we’re all alone on our own little mountaintops, that life is a struggle for connection, to feel less alone. We do the best with the tools we’re afforded, but we all die alone. Solitude should not be the enemy. It is our most natural state.

We’ve watched you grow up in public. How do you view your journey as an artist and a human being, and how does this album reflect that journey?

There’s no dramatic arc to my narrative. If I ever self-mythologize, it’s usually for comic effect. A common critique of my music has always been that I’m very self-absorbed and narcissistic, which it probably is, but it’s interesting to note now with social media and Instagram and Facebook how disgustingly self-absorbed most everybody is. I don’t feel bad about mine in the least. I’ve turned my self-absorption into rock’n’roll records for the last 20 years. Not everyone deserves a platform. You should have to earn it by contributing something of value. Being famous for being famous is just straight-up sad. And funny.

INTERVIEW: BUD SCOPPA

Morrissey to release previously unavailable 1995 concert DVD

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Morrissey will release a new concert DVD in September. Introducing Morrissey will be available from September 8, and will feature footage from his 1995 tour in support of Vauxhall And I. It follows on from the recent 20th anniversary re-release of that album, and will contain footage recorded ov...

Morrissey will release a new concert DVD in September.

Introducing Morrissey will be available from September 8, and will feature footage from his 1995 tour in support of Vauxhall And I.

It follows on from the recent 20th anniversary re-release of that album, and will contain footage recorded over two nights at Sheffield’s City Hall and Blackpool’s Winter Gardens. The gigs took place on February 7 and 8.

The set features six songs from Vauxhall And I, including UK top 10 “The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get”, three from Your Arsenal, as well as non-album single “Boxers” and B-side “Have-A-Go Merchant”. The fan-favourite “Jack The Ripper” and a cover of Johnny Mercer and Henry Mancini’s “Moon River” also appear.

Morrissey will release his 10th solo album World Peace Is None Of Your Business on July 15.

He recently cancelled a number of tour dates in the United States after being struck down with illness. The cancellation of a show in Atlanta, Georgia at the beginning of June marked the fourth time Morrissey has pulled out of a show in Atlanta since December 2012. He cancelled the first show after his mother fell ill and subsequently postponed the date twice in 2013 through his own ill health.

Introducing Morrissey tracklisting:

‘Billy Budd’

‘Have-A-Go Merchant’

‘Spring-Heeled Jim’

‘You’re The One For Me, Fatty’

‘The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get’

‘Whatever Happens, I Love You’

‘We’ll Let You Know’

‘Jack The Ripper’

‘Why Don’t You Find Out For Yourself’

‘The National Front Disco’

‘Moon River’

‘Hold On To Your Friends’

‘Boxers’

‘Now My Heart Is Full’

‘Speedway’

First Look – Stuart Murdoch’s God Help The Girl

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For anyone with even a passing familiarity with the work of Belle and Sebastian songwriter Stuart Murdoch, God Help The Girl – his debut as a writer and director – will hold few real surprises. The action takes place in a rarefied version of Glasgow, peopled by remorseful outcasts and socially awkward geniuses. The focus is on a pretty but troubled girl and a hopelessly love struck boy. Spectacles, berets, charity shops, bicycles and mix tapes all figure highly, while characters possess a kind of unaffected sweetness as they dream, read, walk, discuss music and sing – sing – SING! As you may have gathered, God Help The Girl is essentially Murdoch’s highly singular vision translated from song to screen: a whimsically nostalgic musical fantasy inhabited by pale, serious boys and girls in bobs and polo necks. In fact, God Help The Girl has had been an ongoing side-project for Murdoch for several yearns now, generating several singles and, in 2009, an album before shooting began in 2012 on this Kickstarter-funded feature. The film itself strives for the light-hearted mood of Bill Forsyth but, as Murdoch’s protagonists wander dreamily round Glasgow like kids on a perpetual school holiday, it more closely resembles – tonally, at least – an updated take on something like The Swish Of The Curtain, where a group of plucky children enjoy a spot of amateur dramatics. Indeed, Murdoch’s film features a canoe trip along the Forth and Clyde canal that calls to mind another piece of post-WW1 children’s fiction, Swallows And Amazons. The film centres on Eve (Emily Browning), a resident in a mental health unit who is undergoing treatment for anorexia. She is prone to escaping, however, and one night at the Barrowlands she meets James (Olly Alexander), singer with a band, King James The Sixth Of Scotland, who is instantly, inexorably smitten. Pencil-thin and bespectacled, with a self confessed “constitution of an abandoned rabbit”, James improbably works as a lifeguard at the university swimming baths. The two click and, along with Cassie (Skins' Hannah Murray), a rich girl James is giving music lessons to, the three decide to form a band. In the bed-sits and bohemian cafés of Glasgow, Murdoch’s twee trio argue about band names (they settle on God Help The Girl) or whether they need a drummer, print flyers, and go about their business preparing for The Big Gig. There’s something faintly strange about a film set in Glasgow where everyone speaks in polished middle-class English accents (Cassie is English; James is Scottish born but has lived in England all his life; Eve is an Australian); the only time we hear dialectical Glaswegian spoken is when the three are briefly pestered by some lads who take a shine to Cassie. Snobbishly, James describes Murdoch’s adopted hometown as “a Victorian theme park run by neds”. Is this Murdoch’s own opinion? One hopes not, of course, but it’s telling that the action in God Help The Girl takes place in a hermetic environment that could easily be transposed to any city where pensive, arty types can take shelter in cafés and bookshops away from the great unwashed masses. In many respects, God Help The Girl is the least Scottish film I can think of: Forsyth aside, Murdoch’s reference points appear to be Jacques Demy or Truffaut, Pennies From Heaven and Sixties’ British pop musicals as well as the giddy thrills of Nesbit, Blyton et al. Whether or not you like God Help The Girl inevitably depends on whether you’re prepared to commit to Murdoch’s vision. The songs themselves are predictably lovely - it’s difficult not to be swept along by them - but his three leads are, by turns, endearing and infuriating. As an iteration of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl trope, Eve alternates between neurotic, capricious and winsome. Needless to say, Murdoch’s camera adores her, framing her wide eyes and bob like an infatuated teenager. It’s a questionable decision, I think, to give one character a serious eating disorder and then suggest that singing some pretty songs can alleviate it. Murdoch also struggles to fill the run time - close to two hours, when 90 minutes would have been punchier - which is partly down to the fact the film lacks much in the way of dramatic incident. There is no crisis to avert: no rival bands intent on derailing the band’s musical vision, no hostile landlord to evict them, no trust fund about to be cut off. No struggle, no grit. But I suspect Murdoch isn’t particularly concerned with the real world: he is warm and sincere where his characters are concerned and you could reasonably assume that it is the specific detail of their lives he is more interested in than any bigger picture stuff. You can see it in the way the camera closes in on Eve’s handwriting on the label of a home-made cassette, or the lettering on a band flyer and the books his characters are reading. These are what count in Murdoch’s universe: not the more mundane business of who’s paying the rent. “No one ever cried at a Bowie song,” James says at one point, and you suspect Murdoch’s characters would rather live or die by a point like that than anything else. God Help The Girl opens in August 2014

For anyone with even a passing familiarity with the work of Belle and Sebastian songwriter Stuart Murdoch, God Help The Girl – his debut as a writer and director – will hold few real surprises.

The action takes place in a rarefied version of Glasgow, peopled by remorseful outcasts and socially awkward geniuses. The focus is on a pretty but troubled girl and a hopelessly love struck boy. Spectacles, berets, charity shops, bicycles and mix tapes all figure highly, while characters possess a kind of unaffected sweetness as they dream, read, walk, discuss music and sing – sing – SING!

As you may have gathered, God Help The Girl is essentially Murdoch’s highly singular vision translated from song to screen: a whimsically nostalgic musical fantasy inhabited by pale, serious boys and girls in bobs and polo necks. In fact, God Help The Girl has had been an ongoing side-project for Murdoch for several yearns now, generating several singles and, in 2009, an album before shooting began in 2012 on this Kickstarter-funded feature. The film itself strives for the light-hearted mood of Bill Forsyth but, as Murdoch’s protagonists wander dreamily round Glasgow like kids on a perpetual school holiday, it more closely resembles – tonally, at least – an updated take on something like The Swish Of The Curtain, where a group of plucky children enjoy a spot of amateur dramatics. Indeed, Murdoch’s film features a canoe trip along the Forth and Clyde canal that calls to mind another piece of post-WW1 children’s fiction, Swallows And Amazons.

The film centres on Eve (Emily Browning), a resident in a mental health unit who is undergoing treatment for anorexia. She is prone to escaping, however, and one night at the Barrowlands she meets James (Olly Alexander), singer with a band, King James The Sixth Of Scotland, who is instantly, inexorably smitten. Pencil-thin and bespectacled, with a self confessed “constitution of an abandoned rabbit”, James improbably works as a lifeguard at the university swimming baths. The two click and, along with Cassie (Skins’ Hannah Murray), a rich girl James is giving music lessons to, the three decide to form a band. In the bed-sits and bohemian cafés of Glasgow, Murdoch’s twee trio argue about band names (they settle on God Help The Girl) or whether they need a drummer, print flyers, and go about their business preparing for The Big Gig.

There’s something faintly strange about a film set in Glasgow where everyone speaks in polished middle-class English accents (Cassie is English; James is Scottish born but has lived in England all his life; Eve is an Australian); the only time we hear dialectical Glaswegian spoken is when the three are briefly pestered by some lads who take a shine to Cassie. Snobbishly, James describes Murdoch’s adopted hometown as “a Victorian theme park run by neds”. Is this Murdoch’s own opinion? One hopes not, of course, but it’s telling that the action in God Help The Girl takes place in a hermetic environment that could easily be transposed to any city where pensive, arty types can take shelter in cafés and bookshops away from the great unwashed masses. In many respects, God Help The Girl is the least Scottish film I can think of: Forsyth aside, Murdoch’s reference points appear to be Jacques Demy or Truffaut, Pennies From Heaven and Sixties’ British pop musicals as well as the giddy thrills of Nesbit, Blyton et al.

Whether or not you like God Help The Girl inevitably depends on whether you’re prepared to commit to Murdoch’s vision. The songs themselves are predictably lovely – it’s difficult not to be swept along by them – but his three leads are, by turns, endearing and infuriating. As an iteration of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl trope, Eve alternates between neurotic, capricious and winsome. Needless to say, Murdoch’s camera adores her, framing her wide eyes and bob like an infatuated teenager. It’s a questionable decision, I think, to give one character a serious eating disorder and then suggest that singing some pretty songs can alleviate it. Murdoch also struggles to fill the run time – close to two hours, when 90 minutes would have been punchier – which is partly down to the fact the film lacks much in the way of dramatic incident. There is no crisis to avert: no rival bands intent on derailing the band’s musical vision, no hostile landlord to evict them, no trust fund about to be cut off. No struggle, no grit.

But I suspect Murdoch isn’t particularly concerned with the real world: he is warm and sincere where his characters are concerned and you could reasonably assume that it is the specific detail of their lives he is more interested in than any bigger picture stuff. You can see it in the way the camera closes in on Eve’s handwriting on the label of a home-made cassette, or the lettering on a band flyer and the books his characters are reading. These are what count in Murdoch’s universe: not the more mundane business of who’s paying the rent. “No one ever cried at a Bowie song,” James says at one point, and you suspect Murdoch’s characters would rather live or die by a point like that than anything else.

God Help The Girl opens in August 2014

Shane MacGowan: “Getting hit by a car… you get used to it”

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Shane MacGowan heads out for a very long night with Uncut in the new issue, dated August 2014, and out now. The singer and songwriter talks about The Pogues, his new songs, a surprising new fitness regime and casual violence. “I got my head kicked in fucking millions of times in the ’70s and...

Shane MacGowan heads out for a very long night with Uncut in the new issue, dated August 2014, and out now.

The singer and songwriter talks about The Pogues, his new songs, a surprising new fitness regime and casual violence.

“I got my head kicked in fucking millions of times in the ’70s and ’80s,” says MacGowan. “But so did lots of people. There was a lot of violence. It was a lot of fun!

“Getting beaten up, or getting hit by a car… you get used to it, y’know. You bounce off. Hitting a motorway doesn’t really register ’til later.”

The new Uncut, dated August 2014, is out now.

Nashville’s historic RCA Studio A to be sold

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Nashville's RCA Studio A is under threat, according to current tenant of the Music Row building, Ben Folds. In an open letter to the city of Nashville in The Tennessean, current tenant of the Music Row building Ben Folds says the building is to be sold to a Brentwood development company. In the letter, Folds - who took over the studio's lease 12 years ago - said he is unaware of the developer's future plans for the building. Folds letter began: "Last week, on the day that would have been [former RCA executive] Chet Atkins’ 90th birthday (June 20, 1924), my office received news that the historic RCA Building on Music Row is set to be sold. This building, with the historic Studio A as its centerpiece, was Atkins’ and Owen Bradley’s vision and baby, and had become home to the largest classic recording space in Nashville. Word is that the prospective buyer is a Brentwood TN-based commercial development company called Bravo Development owned and operated by Tim Reynolds. We don’t know what this will mean to the future of the building." Folds goes on to say, "Most of us know about Studio B. Studio A was its grander younger sibling, erected by Atkins when he became an RCA executive. The result was an orchestral room built to record strings for Elvis Presley and to entice international stars to record in one of these four Putnam-designed RCA spaces in the world. The other three RCA studios of the same dimensions – built in LA, Chicago and New York – have long since been shut down. I can’t tell you how many engineers, producers and musicians have walked into this space to share their stories of the great classic recorded music made here that put Nashville on the map. I’ve heard tales of audio engineers who would roller skate around the room waiting for Elvis to show up at some point in the weeks he booked, stories about how Eddy Arnold recording one of the first sessions in the room and one of the songs was 'Make The World Go Away', Dolly Parton (Jolene) and The Monkees recorded here, and so on."

Nashville’s RCA Studio A is under threat, according to current tenant of the Music Row building, Ben Folds.

In an open letter to the city of Nashville in The Tennessean, current tenant of the Music Row building Ben Folds says the building is to be sold to a Brentwood development company. In the letter, Folds – who took over the studio’s lease 12 years ago – said he is unaware of the developer’s future plans for the building.

Folds letter began: “Last week, on the day that would have been [former RCA executive] Chet Atkins’ 90th birthday (June 20, 1924), my office received news that the historic RCA Building on Music Row is set to be sold. This building, with the historic Studio A as its centerpiece, was Atkins’ and Owen Bradley’s vision and baby, and had become home to the largest classic recording space in Nashville. Word is that the prospective buyer is a Brentwood TN-based commercial development company called Bravo Development owned and operated by Tim Reynolds. We don’t know what this will mean to the future of the building.”

Folds goes on to say, “Most of us know about Studio B. Studio A was its grander younger sibling, erected by Atkins when he became an RCA executive. The result was an orchestral room built to record strings for Elvis Presley and to entice international stars to record in one of these four Putnam-designed RCA spaces in the world. The other three RCA studios of the same dimensions – built in LA, Chicago and New York – have long since been shut down. I can’t tell you how many engineers, producers and musicians have walked into this space to share their stories of the great classic recorded music made here that put Nashville on the map. I’ve heard tales of audio engineers who would roller skate around the room waiting for Elvis to show up at some point in the weeks he booked, stories about how Eddy Arnold recording one of the first sessions in the room and one of the songs was ‘Make The World Go Away’, Dolly Parton (Jolene) and The Monkees recorded here, and so on.”

Jack White to play BBC Radio 1 session next week

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Jack White will play a special session for BBC Radio 1 next week. While will appear on Zane Lowe's show on Wednesday July 2, for a live performance from Maida Vale Studios, which will be broadcast from 7-9pm. The session will come after his appearance at Glastonbury this weekend and ahead of his so...

Jack White will play a special session for BBC Radio 1 next week.

While will appear on Zane Lowe’s show on Wednesday July 2, for a live performance from Maida Vale Studios, which will be broadcast from 7-9pm. The session will come after his appearance at Glastonbury this weekend and ahead of his sold out show at London’s Eventim Apollo on July 3.

White will return to the UK this autumn for a three date arena tour, playing Leeds First Direct Arena on November 17, Glasgow SSE Hydro on November 18 and London O2 Arena on November 19.

Jack White recently released his second solo album Lazaretto, which broke records for vinyl sales in America.

Jack White plays:

London Eventim Apollo (July 3)

Leeds First Direct Arena (November 17)

Glasgow SSE Hydro (18)

London O2 Arena (19)

Bruce Springsteen on Luis Suarez: “Biting has no place in sports”

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Bruce Springsteen has commented on claims that Uruguayan footballer on Luis Suarez bit Italian player Giorgio Chiellini during a World Cup match on June 24. "Biting has no place in sports," said Springsteen to a reporter from TMZ who quizzed him about the incident. "What are the rules about biting ...

Bruce Springsteen has commented on claims that Uruguayan footballer on Luis Suarez bit Italian player Giorgio Chiellini during a World Cup match on June 24.

“Biting has no place in sports,” said Springsteen to a reporter from TMZ who quizzed him about the incident. “What are the rules about biting in the World Cup?” he asked. “There probably should be one.”

When asked if he would be following in Bon Jovi‘s footsteps and owning or creating a sports team himself, he commented: “No. Rock and roll is hard enough.”

An online museum of Bruce Springsteen memorabilia will launch this month to coincide with the 30th anniversary of the singer’s record Born In The USA. BlindedByTheLight.com will feature over 300 objects, ranging from concert posters to handwritten lyrics – with more items to be added in the future.

Paul McCartney: “I feel great”

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Paul McCartney has released a video statement, telling fans "I feel great" in the wake of his recent illness. "Everybody's been asking how I'm feeling - I feel great, thank you very much for asking... feeling great, rocking and rolling", said McCartney in the video, which you can watch below. McCa...

Paul McCartney has released a video statement, telling fans “I feel great” in the wake of his recent illness.

“Everybody’s been asking how I’m feeling – I feel great, thank you very much for asking… feeling great, rocking and rolling”, said McCartney in the video, which you can watch below.

McCartney was recently struck down by a virus which saw him hospitalised in Tokyo, Japan. He subsequently postponed a series of shows in Lubbock, Dallas, New Orleans, Atlanta, Jacksonville, Nashville and Louisville on his ‘Out There’ tour, which have now been rearranged for October.

Ringo Starr also recently offered a health update on Paul McCartney. Speaking to Access Hollywood, Starr confirmed that his Beatles bandmate was recovering at home having been discharged from hospital. “I spoke to him in the hospital,” said Starr. “He picked up and said ‘hi.’ He’s doing OK. He was in hospital but now he’s out and getting fit and ready to rock. He’s doing good. I text him and he texts me back.”

Bob Dylan lyrics fetch $2 million in New York auction

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A draft of Bob Dylan's song "Like A Rolling Stone" has broken the record for the most expensive lyric manuscript ever sold. The working draft of the song, written in Bob Dylan's own handwriting, was sold by Sotheby's for $2.045 million (£1.204 million) to a private, unidentified buyer who is reported to be a longtime California fan of the folk singer. The auction house said that it was "the only known surviving draft of the final lyrics for this transformative rock anthem." The draft was written on paper from the Roger Smith Hotel in Washington, D.C. and features doodles of a hat, a bird and an animal with antlers, writes the Hollywood Reporter. The previous holder of the title of the most expensive lyric sheet was John Lennon's handwritten "A Day In The Life" draft, which sold for $1.2 million (£706,980) in 2010. "Like A Rolling Stone" features on Dylan's 1965 album Highway 61 Revisited.

A draft of Bob Dylan‘s song “Like A Rolling Stone” has broken the record for the most expensive lyric manuscript ever sold.

The working draft of the song, written in Bob Dylan’s own handwriting, was sold by Sotheby’s for $2.045 million (£1.204 million) to a private, unidentified buyer who is reported to be a longtime California fan of the folk singer. The auction house said that it was “the only known surviving draft of the final lyrics for this transformative rock anthem.” The draft was written on paper from the Roger Smith Hotel in Washington, D.C. and features doodles of a hat, a bird and an animal with antlers, writes the Hollywood Reporter.

The previous holder of the title of the most expensive lyric sheet was John Lennon’s handwritten “A Day In The Life” draft, which sold for $1.2 million (£706,980) in 2010.

“Like A Rolling Stone” features on Dylan’s 1965 album Highway 61 Revisited.

Iron Maiden’s Bruce Dickinson: “Punk was rubbish”

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Iron Maiden's Bruce Dickinson has said that "Punk was rubbish". The singer made the comments to The Guardian in an interview conducted by fellow Sonisphere line-up addition Frank Turner, saying that the closest the "art establishment" ever came to embracing metal was through punk. "The reason they embraced punk was because it was rubbish and the reason they embraced rubbish was because they could control it," said Dickinson. He continued: "They could say: "Oh yeah, we're punk so we can sneer at everybody. We can't play our fucking instruments, but that means we can make out that this whole thing is some enormous performance art." Half the kids that were in punk bands were laughing at the art establishment, going: "What a fucking bunch of tosspots. Thanks very much, give us the money and we'll fuck off and stick it up our nose and shag birds." But what they'd really love to be doing is being in a heavy metal band surrounded by porn stars." Dickinson also recently hit out at Glastonbury festival for being too "middle class". The singer said his band have no intention of playing the Worthy Farm bash, which for the first time in its history will see a heavy metal band headline this year when Metallica play on Saturday night (June 28). "In the days when Glasto was an alternative festival it was quite interesting," he said (via The Telegraph). "Now it's the most bourgeois thing on the planet. Anywhere Gwyneth Paltrow [the actress] goes and you can live in an air-conditioned yurt is not for me." Dickinson added that he was glad Iron Maiden were playing rock festival Sonisphere instead. "We’ll leave the middle classes to do Glastonbury and the rest of the great unwashed will decamp to Knebworth and drink lots of beer and have fun," he said.

Iron Maiden’s Bruce Dickinson has said that “Punk was rubbish”.

The singer made the comments to The Guardian in an interview conducted by fellow Sonisphere line-up addition Frank Turner, saying that the closest the “art establishment” ever came to embracing metal was through punk. “The reason they embraced punk was because it was rubbish and the reason they embraced rubbish was because they could control it,” said Dickinson.

He continued: “They could say: “Oh yeah, we’re punk so we can sneer at everybody. We can’t play our fucking instruments, but that means we can make out that this whole thing is some enormous performance art.” Half the kids that were in punk bands were laughing at the art establishment, going: “What a fucking bunch of tosspots. Thanks very much, give us the money and we’ll fuck off and stick it up our nose and shag birds.” But what they’d really love to be doing is being in a heavy metal band surrounded by porn stars.”

Dickinson also recently hit out at Glastonbury festival for being too “middle class”. The singer said his band have no intention of playing the Worthy Farm bash, which for the first time in its history will see a heavy metal band headline this year when Metallica play on Saturday night (June 28).

“In the days when Glasto was an alternative festival it was quite interesting,” he said (via The Telegraph). “Now it’s the most bourgeois thing on the planet. Anywhere Gwyneth Paltrow [the actress] goes and you can live in an air-conditioned yurt is not for me.”

Dickinson added that he was glad Iron Maiden were playing rock festival Sonisphere instead. “We’ll leave the middle classes to do Glastonbury and the rest of the great unwashed will decamp to Knebworth and drink lots of beer and have fun,” he said.

Bob Dylan’s garage studio “was a real garage… there may even have been lawnmowers in there”

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Bob Dylan’s resurgence in the late ’80s is examined in the new issue of Uncut, dated August 2014, and out now. Musicians, producers and engineers give eyewitness accounts of Dylan’s methods in and out of the studio in the concluding half of our fascinating feature by Allan Jones. “We sta...

Bob Dylan’s resurgence in the late ’80s is examined in the new issue of Uncut, dated August 2014, and out now.

Musicians, producers and engineers give eyewitness accounts of Dylan’s methods in and out of the studio in the concluding half of our fascinating feature by Allan Jones.

“We started setting up in the garage,” says Jeff Lynne’s engineer Bill Bottrell of one recording session. “There was all this gear Dylan had bought from Dave Stewart sitting there, not really working. Jeff and I had to quickly plug it all together and make it work as much as possible.

“It was hilarious. It was a real garage. You know, like Sheetrock, plasterboard walls, a metal garage door, the kind that rolls up. There may even have been lawnmowers in there.”

The new Uncut, dated August 2014, is out now.

Robert Plant And The Sensational Space Shifters, Le Bataclan, Paris, June 22, 2014

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“Welcome to an evening of country and eastern,” smiles Robert Plant as he gestures expansively round this fabled Paris venue, taking in not just the lively capacity crowd gathered here tonight but also to his latest musical collaborators, The Sensational Space Shifters. Plant's sly “country and eastern” pun is admittedly an excellent fit for the infectious, far-out collision of styles he’s currently investigating with the Space Shifters. Essentially a regrouping of the Strange Sensation band who played with him on the Dreamland and Mighty ReArranger albums, they are drawn from a number of diverse musical backgrounds and geographical locations. They include a member of an east London jazz co-operative, a trip hop veteran, the guitarist from a Britpop band and a Gambian ritti virtuoso. You could be forgiven for thinking that bringing together musicians from such radically different disciplines might prove incompatible. Yet, under Plant’s auspices, The Sensational Space Shifters are a flourishing concern. Tonight, playing here in the faded splendor of Paris’ Bataclan, they compliment perfectly Plant’s roaming musical agenda. Arriving on stage to Link Wray’s “Rumble”, the band are all dressed in dark colours – black or navy – save Plant who wears a brown striped shirt with bold collars, blue jeans and cowboy boots. The stage is principally Plant’s to command – though he has tough competition from Justin Adams, his adjutant in the Space Shifters. Adams is a very mobile performer: he adopts a kind of simian-like crouch with his guitar aimed out at the crowd and bounces round the stage. Adams is particularly active on “Tin Pan Valley” – an early highlight – that finds Plant almost static at the centre of the stage as Adams and his fellow guitarist Liam “Skin” Tyson twirl round him, energetically trading chunky riffs. I remember seeing Plant and the Space Shifters at the Royal Albert Hall last October, and much the same thing happened then: Plant almost removed himself from the proceedings on occasion as the performances became increasingly dynamic. There is much to be said, too, about the ebullient presence of Juldeh Camara, a man who seems to be permanently beaming as he plays his ritti – a single-stringed fiddle – or his two-stringed kologo banjo on half a dozen songs in the set, adding an extra layer to the celebratory atmosphere. There are new songs, too. Sandwiched between “Black Dog” – charged with the deepest West African rhythms – and an intimate and surprisingly faithful version of “Going To California”, we get “Rainbow”, from Plant and the Space Shifters’ new album, lullaby and… The Ceaseless Roar. Carried along on Adams’ keening guitar riff and droning keyboard melodies, in its live version it’s accompanied by the majority of the band beating out tight, Moroccan-influenced rhythms of hand drums. A short while later, Plant debuts “Little Maggie”, where Plant explores the congruence between Celtic folk and African music, with Tyson’s banjo playing echoed in Camara’s ritti, both downhome and mystical. Fortuitously, both songs sit comfortably alongside the more established material in the set. And what of that established material? Of course, Plant has frequently proven himself to be a sly reinventor of his back catalogue, as anyone who saw the Band Of Joy interpretations of “Misty Mountain Hop” or “Houses Of The Holy” will attest. While “Black Dog” is given yet another unexpected twist, this time dubwise (last time I saw them do it, they incorporated nimble African grooves), it’s interesting to see how true to the original recording tonight’s take on “Whole Lotta Love” is. The riff is thrillingly intact – causing much uproar from this up-for-it French audience – although Plant and his cohorts can’t entirely resist a sightseeing trip round the deep desert for a bar or two. Plant’s voice, incidentally, is amazing here: he really let’s rip, far more so than at the Albert Hall show. It’s admittedly just a fancy, but you can’t help thinking he’s changeling the spirit of the younger man who played up the road at l’Olympia 45 years ago. They encore with an incantatory “Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down” before Plant admits that for all his forward-looking questing, there is still the occasional moment where it is acceptable to lean back into the past, and we are treated to a long, searing version of “Rock & Roll”. When the lights come up and the band take their bows, it’s clear that Plant, once again, has been invigorated. Of course, even from the earliest days of his career, Plant has been intellectually and musically exploratory. The Sensational Space Shifters, and their sonic inventions, fit comfortably in among the many other gifted and sympathetic fellow adventurers who have accompanied Plant on his remarkable journeys through the years. As this latest endeavour keenly demonstrates, the questing spirit in Robert Plant is as strong as ever. Robert Plant and The Sensational Space Shifters played: Babe I’m Gonna Leave You Tin Pan Valley Spoonful Black Dog Rainbow Going To California The Enchanter Little Maggie What Is And What Should Never Be Funny In My Mind (I Believe I’m Fixin’ To Die) Whole Lotta Love Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down Rock & Roll

“Welcome to an evening of country and eastern,” smiles Robert Plant as he gestures expansively round this fabled Paris venue, taking in not just the lively capacity crowd gathered here tonight but also to his latest musical collaborators, The Sensational Space Shifters.

Plant’s sly “country and eastern” pun is admittedly an excellent fit for the infectious, far-out collision of styles he’s currently investigating with the Space Shifters. Essentially a regrouping of the Strange Sensation band who played with him on the Dreamland and Mighty ReArranger albums, they are drawn from a number of diverse musical backgrounds and geographical locations. They include a member of an east London jazz co-operative, a trip hop veteran, the guitarist from a Britpop band and a Gambian ritti virtuoso. You could be forgiven for thinking that bringing together musicians from such radically different disciplines might prove incompatible. Yet, under Plant’s auspices, The Sensational Space Shifters are a flourishing concern. Tonight, playing here in the faded splendor of Paris’ Bataclan, they compliment perfectly Plant’s roaming musical agenda.

Arriving on stage to Link Wray’s “Rumble”, the band are all dressed in dark colours – black or navy – save Plant who wears a brown striped shirt with bold collars, blue jeans and cowboy boots. The stage is principally Plant’s to command – though he has tough competition from Justin Adams, his adjutant in the Space Shifters. Adams is a very mobile performer: he adopts a kind of simian-like crouch with his guitar aimed out at the crowd and bounces round the stage. Adams is particularly active on “Tin Pan Valley” – an early highlight – that finds Plant almost static at the centre of the stage as Adams and his fellow guitarist Liam “Skin” Tyson twirl round him, energetically trading chunky riffs. I remember seeing Plant and the Space Shifters at the Royal Albert Hall last October, and much the same thing happened then: Plant almost removed himself from the proceedings on occasion as the performances became increasingly dynamic. There is much to be said, too, about the ebullient presence of Juldeh Camara, a man who seems to be permanently beaming as he plays his ritti – a single-stringed fiddle – or his two-stringed kologo banjo on half a dozen songs in the set, adding an extra layer to the celebratory atmosphere.

There are new songs, too. Sandwiched between “Black Dog” – charged with the deepest West African rhythms – and an intimate and surprisingly faithful version of “Going To California”, we get “Rainbow”, from Plant and the Space Shifters’ new album, lullaby and… The Ceaseless Roar. Carried along on Adams’ keening guitar riff and droning keyboard melodies, in its live version it’s accompanied by the majority of the band beating out tight, Moroccan-influenced rhythms of hand drums. A short while later, Plant debuts “Little Maggie”, where Plant explores the congruence between Celtic folk and African music, with Tyson’s banjo playing echoed in Camara’s ritti, both downhome and mystical. Fortuitously, both songs sit comfortably alongside the more established material in the set.

And what of that established material? Of course, Plant has frequently proven himself to be a sly reinventor of his back catalogue, as anyone who saw the Band Of Joy interpretations of “Misty Mountain Hop” or “Houses Of The Holy” will attest. While “Black Dog” is given yet another unexpected twist, this time dubwise (last time I saw them do it, they incorporated nimble African grooves), it’s interesting to see how true to the original recording tonight’s take on “Whole Lotta Love” is. The riff is thrillingly intact – causing much uproar from this up-for-it French audience – although Plant and his cohorts can’t entirely resist a sightseeing trip round the deep desert for a bar or two. Plant’s voice, incidentally, is amazing here: he really let’s rip, far more so than at the Albert Hall show. It’s admittedly just a fancy, but you can’t help thinking he’s changeling the spirit of the younger man who played up the road at l’Olympia 45 years ago. They encore with an incantatory “Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down” before Plant admits that for all his forward-looking questing, there is still the occasional moment where it is acceptable to lean back into the past, and we are treated to a long, searing version of “Rock & Roll”.

When the lights come up and the band take their bows, it’s clear that Plant, once again, has been invigorated. Of course, even from the earliest days of his career, Plant has been intellectually and musically exploratory. The Sensational Space Shifters, and their sonic inventions, fit comfortably in among the many other gifted and sympathetic fellow adventurers who have accompanied Plant on his remarkable journeys through the years. As this latest endeavour keenly demonstrates, the questing spirit in Robert Plant is as strong as ever.

Robert Plant and The Sensational Space Shifters played:

Babe I’m Gonna Leave You

Tin Pan Valley

Spoonful

Black Dog

Rainbow

Going To California

The Enchanter

Little Maggie

What Is And What Should Never Be

Funny In My Mind (I Believe I’m Fixin’ To Die)

Whole Lotta Love

Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down

Rock & Roll