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Bon Iver’s Justin Vernon forms new hip hop inspired band

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Bon Iver frontman Justin Vernon has formed a brand new, hip hop inspired band. Vernon has joined forces with rapper Astronautilis and the pair recorded an entire album last weekend, ahead of Bon Iver's sets at this weekend (April 13-15) and next's (April 20-22) Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festi...

Bon Iver frontman Justin Vernon has formed a brand new, hip hop inspired band.

Vernon has joined forces with rapper Astronautilis and the pair recorded an entire album last weekend, ahead of Bon Iver’s sets at this weekend (April 13-15) and next’s (April 20-22) Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival in Indio, California.

City Pages, via Stereogum, reports that the record also features Bon Iver drummer S. Carey and has been produced by Ryan Olson, with the new band working at Vernon’s own April Base studio in Wisconsin.

“This process was exhilarating, and it drove us further. We were originally going to be down there for a day,” commented Astronautilis, real name Andy Bothwell, who freestyled for eight hours over music that Vernon had made. Describing the sound of the new material, Bothwell said: “A lot of my fans are like, ‘Oh this is going to be amazing: Astronautalis rapping and Justin singing choruses.’ It’s not going to be that.”

The project apparently has a name, but the musicians involved have not yet released it. They have also said that they want to put out the music sooner rather than later.

Earlier this year, two time Grammy winner Justin Vernon launched his own label, called Chigliak Records. An imprint of Jagjaguwar, the label Bon Iver are signed to, Chigliak Records will release music that was “never commercially released” or “locally released [in Wisconsin] and never put out on vinyl”, as well as new music.

The name Chigliak is taken from a character on 1990s US TV series, Northern Exposure.

Joe Strummer’s 60th anniversary to be marked with new festival

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A festival dedicated to late Clash frontman Joe Strummer is to be staged for the first time this summer. The event entitled Strummer Of Love, will mark what would have been the singer's 60th birthday and the 10th anniversary of his death. It will be staged over three days from August 17-19 at an undisclosed location in Somerset. Strummer died from an undiagnosed congenital heart defect in December 2002. The event is being held by Strummerville, a charity which regularly holds events in The Clash frontman's name and provides support to aspiring musicians. The line-up for the event will be announced next week but according to the official Strummer Of Love website will feature many of his "friends, global superstars and homegrown rising stars." A statement on the site added: "Joe loved equality, community, global awareness and more importantly people. This festival is being put together to celebrate the life of this man, the legacy he left behind and to remind us all how important it is, in this ever increasing age of commerciality and capitalism, to get on with what you believe in even if it means doing everything yourself."

A festival dedicated to late Clash frontman Joe Strummer is to be staged for the first time this summer.

The event entitled Strummer Of Love, will mark what would have been the singer’s 60th birthday and the 10th anniversary of his death. It will be staged over three days from August 17-19 at an undisclosed location in Somerset. Strummer died from an undiagnosed congenital heart defect in December 2002.

The event is being held by Strummerville, a charity which regularly holds events in The Clash frontman’s name and provides support to aspiring musicians.

The line-up for the event will be announced next week but according to the official Strummer Of Love website will feature many of his “friends, global superstars and homegrown rising stars.”

A statement on the site added: “Joe loved equality, community, global awareness and more importantly people. This festival is being put together to celebrate the life of this man, the legacy he left behind and to remind us all how important it is, in this ever increasing age of commerciality and capitalism, to get on with what you believe in even if it means doing everything yourself.”

Jack White announces new White Stripes live DVD

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Jack White has announced plans to release a new The White Stripes live DVD. His label Third Man Records will release Under New Zealand Lights, as part of the 12th installment of the Vault subscription series. The film culls footage from two early New Zealand performances in November 2000 at the Ki...

Jack White has announced plans to release a new The White Stripes live DVD.

His label Third Man Records will release Under New Zealand Lights, as part of the 12th installment of the Vault subscription series.

The film culls footage from two early New Zealand performances in November 2000 at the King’s Arms in Auckland, during the band’s first international tour, as well as a October 2003 performance for students at the Freeman’s Bay Primary School.

A seven inch release with unearthed tracks, “Open Your Eyes” and “You Make a Fool Out of Me”, from The Raconteurs’ Consolers Of The Lonely sessions will also be released. White is also due to reissue two early singles by The White Stripes for Record Store Day on April 21.

You can read John Mulvey’s exclusive interview with Jack White in the current issue of Uncut.

Jack White is due to play his debut UK solo gigs in June, starting with a date at London’s O2 Academy Brixton on June 21. A gig at the capital’s HMV Hammersmith Apollo is scheduled for the following night (22), with a slot at Radio 1’s Hackney Weekend (23-24) also pencilled in.

Ask Graham Coxon

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Graham Coxon, Blur guitarist and formidable solo artist in his own right, is set to answer your questions in Uncut as part of our regular Audience With… feature. So is there anything you’ve always wanted to ask Graham..? Who are his guitar heroes? A well-dressed man by nature, who's his favou...

Graham Coxon, Blur guitarist and formidable solo artist in his own right, is set to answer your questions in Uncut as part of our regular Audience With… feature.

So is there anything you’ve always wanted to ask Graham..?

Who are his guitar heroes?

A well-dressed man by nature, who’s his favourite tailor?

Which does he prefer: coffee… or TV?

Send your questions to us by noon, Monday April 17 to uncutaudiencewith@ipcmedia.com.

The best questions, and Graham’s answers, will be published in a future edition of Uncut magazine.

Please include your name and location with your question.

Morrissey announces one-off show at Manchester Arena

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Morrissey has announced details of his only UK show to take place in Manchester this July. The former Smiths' frontman will play a one-off gig at Manchester Arena on July 28. The date will be his first show in his hometown since playing the 02 Apollo Manchester in May 2009. The singer is still se...

Morrissey has announced details of his only UK show to take place in Manchester this July.

The former Smiths’ frontman will play a one-off gig at Manchester Arena on July 28. The date will be his first show in his hometown since playing the 02 Apollo Manchester in May 2009.

The singer is still searching for a record label to release his new studio album, which, despite being complete and ready to go, is still without a release date. He released his last studio album, Years Of Refusal, in 2009, while the compilation LP Very Best Of Morrissey was put out in April 2011.

Last October, Morrissey criticised the way information is presented by the modern media, saying that he believes we “live in very dumbed-down times”.

He said: “Everything – news media, music, music magazines – are presented with the assumption that the people as a whole are utterly thick.” He also accused the media of labeling him as ‘mad Morrissey’ so they could avoid actually dealing with the content of the comments he makes.

Tickets for the show go on sale this Friday, April 13, at 9am.

Dave Alvin And The Blasters

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Dylan at the Hop Farm Festival, Springsteen and Paul Simon in Hyde Park, the Great Escape Festival in Brighton, as mentioned last week, a ton of great bands at the No Direction Home and End Of The Road festivals, which have line-ups straight out of the pages of Uncut. There’s certainly no shortage of great gigs on the horizon, looming and inviting. There’s one among them, though, that I may actually be looking forward to more than anything else coming up: Dave Alvin at the London Jazz Café on April 20. Dave’s a successful solo artist these days and won a Grammy in 2000, for his album Public Domain: Songs From The Wild Land, which drew on a rich heritage of traditional American music in a manner that anticipated Springsteen’s The Seeger Sessions, released six years later. When I first met him, almost exactly thirty years ago, however, Dave was the lead guitarist and songwriter in The Blasters, American roots legends now, unknown then, the band he'd formed the band in the East Los Angeles suburb of Downey, with his vocalist brother Phil. The Blasters played a sensational mix of blues, rockabilly, R’n’B, rock’n’roll and as I’ve probably mentioned before they did as much as, say, REM, The Replacements or Husker Du to revitalise American music in the early 80s, before splitting prematurely in 1985, after just four albums. I first read about them in a paper I picked up at the airport in Dallas, where I was waiting for a flight back to London after an eventful few days on tour with Ozzy Osbourne, during which time he’d managed to get himself arrested for urinating on The Alamo. As the heavily-armed police who apprehended him at gunpoint grimly reminded the hugely-plastered Ozzy, The Alamo is “the shrine of Texas liberty” and not something in any circumstances you would be encouraged to piss on, even if it was on fire. Anyway, the newspaper article tells me The Blasters had released an album the previous October on the LA-based Slash label that after being picked up by Warner Bros became a surprise break-out hit and was even then climbing the Billboard chart. The record sounded like it might be fantastic and when I got back to London I managed to track it down and it was. Not much later, I was on a flight back to Texas to write about the band for what used to be Melody Maker. I met them a motel in somewhere called Mesquite, in the drab boondocks outside Dallas, walking into a room full of quiffs, bandanas, motorcycle boots, leather jackets and hardnosed attitude. For the week I went on to spend with them, I had one of the best times of my life, tearing across Texas, the band playing fantastic shows in Dallas and Austin, where they supported Joe Ely at the Austin Coliseum and blew even that seasoned campaigner off stage. The last night I’m with them, they were at a club called Fitzgerald’s, an old Polish dance hall on the outskirts of Houston, where they played one of the best gigs I’ve ever seen, the band augmented by the roaring horns of Steve Berlin, who went on to play with and produce Los Lobos, and the legendary Lee Allen, who had played sax with Little Richard and Fats Domino on their early hits. I remember sitting with Dave on a rickety staircase outside the venue after the show, Dave still pumped-up. “Like I told you earlier, man,” he said, a beer in either hand, “when we’re hot, you better stand back. And when we’re really hot, with the horns and everything, man, I’d defy anyone to follow us. Maybe Springsteen could, maybe the Stones. Anyone else, I think we could handle,” he added, and he wasn’t bluffing. The Blasters in their prime were so good, there was no need. He was just telling it like it was. Have a good week. Allan Dave Alvin pic by Beth Hertzhaff

Dylan at the Hop Farm Festival, Springsteen and Paul Simon in Hyde Park, the Great Escape Festival in Brighton, as mentioned last week, a ton of great bands at the No Direction Home and End Of The Road festivals, which have line-ups straight out of the pages of Uncut. There’s certainly no shortage of great gigs on the horizon, looming and inviting. There’s one among them, though, that I may actually be looking forward to more than anything else coming up: Dave Alvin at the London Jazz Café on April 20.

Dave’s a successful solo artist these days and won a Grammy in 2000, for his album Public Domain: Songs From The Wild Land, which drew on a rich heritage of traditional American music in a manner that anticipated Springsteen’s The Seeger Sessions, released six years later.

When I first met him, almost exactly thirty years ago, however, Dave was the lead guitarist and songwriter in The Blasters, American roots legends now, unknown then, the band he’d formed the band in the East Los Angeles suburb of Downey, with his vocalist brother Phil. The Blasters played a sensational mix of blues, rockabilly, R’n’B, rock’n’roll and as I’ve probably mentioned before they did as much as, say, REM, The Replacements or Husker Du to revitalise American music in the early 80s, before splitting prematurely in 1985, after just four albums.

I first read about them in a paper I picked up at the airport in Dallas, where I was waiting for a flight back to London after an eventful few days on tour with Ozzy Osbourne, during which time he’d managed to get himself arrested for urinating on The Alamo. As the heavily-armed police who apprehended him at gunpoint grimly reminded the hugely-plastered Ozzy, The Alamo is “the shrine of Texas liberty” and not something in any circumstances you would be encouraged to piss on, even if it was on fire.

Anyway, the newspaper article tells me The Blasters had released an album the previous October on the LA-based Slash label that after being picked up by Warner Bros became a surprise break-out hit and was even then climbing the Billboard chart. The record sounded like it might be fantastic and when I got back to London I managed to track it down and it was. Not much later, I was on a flight back to Texas to write about the band for what used to be Melody Maker.

I met them a motel in somewhere called Mesquite, in the drab boondocks outside Dallas, walking into a room full of quiffs, bandanas, motorcycle boots, leather jackets and hardnosed attitude. For the week I went on to spend with them, I had one of the best times of my life, tearing across Texas, the band playing fantastic shows in Dallas and Austin, where they supported Joe Ely at the Austin Coliseum and blew even that seasoned campaigner off stage.

The last night I’m with them, they were at a club called Fitzgerald’s, an old Polish dance hall on the outskirts of Houston, where they played one of the best gigs I’ve ever seen, the band augmented by the roaring horns of Steve Berlin, who went on to play with and produce Los Lobos, and the legendary Lee Allen, who had played sax with Little Richard and Fats Domino on their early hits.

I remember sitting with Dave on a rickety staircase outside the venue after the show, Dave still pumped-up. “Like I told you earlier, man,” he said, a beer in either hand, “when we’re hot, you better stand back. And when we’re really hot, with the horns and everything, man, I’d defy anyone to follow us. Maybe Springsteen could, maybe the Stones. Anyone else, I think we could handle,” he added, and he wasn’t bluffing. The Blasters in their prime were so good, there was no need. He was just telling it like it was.

Have a good week.

Allan

Dave Alvin pic by Beth Hertzhaff

Ronnie Wood says Rolling Stones will start recording new material this month

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The Rolling Stones' Ronnie Wood has revealed that the band will start recording new material this month. Speaking to the Daily Mirror, the guitarist said he and his bandmates would be hitting the studio to "throw some ideas around" in preparation for their 50th anniversary celebrations. Wood, who...

The Rolling Stones‘ Ronnie Wood has revealed that the band will start recording new material this month.

Speaking to the Daily Mirror, the guitarist said he and his bandmates would be hitting the studio to “throw some ideas around” in preparation for their 50th anniversary celebrations.

Wood, who said the band were eager “to get the feel again”, added: It’s like working out for the Olympics or something. You’ve got to go into training. So we’re going to go into training.

The Rolling Stones played their first ever gig in London on July 12, 1962, and had been expected to celebrate the half-century landmark by embarking on a world tour later this year, but last month (March 14) the band revealed that they would be delaying the celebrations until 2013.

It was rumoured that health concerns regarding Keith Richards – who said the band were “not ready” to hit the road – were the reason for the delay as there are doubts that he would be able to commit to a full world tour, but the guitarist insisted that playing in 2013 would be a more fitting half-centenary anniversary. “The Stones always considered ’63 to be 50 years, because Charlie [Watts, drummer] didn’t actually join until January,” he said. “We look upon 2012 as sort of the year of conception, but the birth is next year.”

More recently, meanwhile, Richards apologized to Mick Jagger for offending him in his autobiography Life. The guitarist, who soured their relationship by describing the frontman as “unbearable” and insulting the size of his manhood in his 2010 tome, said he regretted publicly offending his bandmate.

Reservoir Dogs At 20

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I had lunch with Harvey Weinstein once. This was during the Cannes Film Festival, and I was among a group of film journalists invited to one of the swelegant hotels on the Croisette to nibble canapés and listen dutifully while Weinstein unveiled the forthcoming slate for his company, Miramax. Miramax were enjoying a terrific year – the musical Chicago had won six Oscars that spring, bringing their tally of Academy Awards up to a mighty 36 – and Harvey was on typically bullish form as he bigged up his movies, bits of canapé flying at high velocity out of the corners of his mouth like shrapnel. Like many others there, for me the most anticipated movie on Miramax’s 2003 schedule was Kill Bill Volume 1, the first film from Quentin Tarantino since Jackie Brown six years previously. There was a lot going on at Cannes that year, I remember. Arnold Schwarzenegger was in town, launching his return to the Terminator franchise with a lavish party at Pierre Cardin’s Hobbity villa overlooking the French Riviera, old school Hollywood vibes were provided by Clint Eastwood, there with Mystic River, and some tabloid titillation from Vincent Gallo, whose The Brown Bunny arrived featuring a did she/didn’t she blow job scene. But despite such A list glamour and questionable artistic merit, the biggest headlines that year were reserved for Gus Van Sant’s Elephant, a post-Columbine meditation on a high school massacre that won the Palme D’Or. I can’t help but wonder, had Kill Bill Volume 1 been ready to launch at Cannes that spring (it was eventually released in October) would it have eclipsed everything else at the festival? Tarantino had significant history with Cannes. After all, it had been the scene of the filmmaker’s biggest triumph, when Pulp Fiction had won the 1994 Palme D’Or, providing a brilliant start to a campaign that climaxed with a Best Original Screenplay Academy Award at the Oscars. Cannes 1994 put Tarantino on the map – and with him, his patron Weinstein and Miramax. But Tarantino’s debut had also played at Cannes – in an Out Of Competition slot at the 1992 festival. That year, the Cannes line-up included Robert Altman’s The Player, David Lynch’s Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me, Hal Hartley’s Simple Men and Merchant Ivory’s Howard’s End. The Palme D’Or was won by Bille August, for the Bergman-scripted drama, Den Goda Viljan. Top drawer fare obviously, but none of them packed quite the same punch as Reservoir Dogs. Reservoir Dogs still is – yes! – an amazing, awesome, pumping powerhouse of a movie. Even the poster has chops. In 1992, mainstream movies felt as dead as Dillinger. Among the top 5 grossing titles at box office movies that year were The Bodyguard, Home Alone 2, Basic Instinct and Lethal Weapon 3: dinosaurs from the Eighties, movies with shoulder pads. The independent scene, meanwhile, was still fairly fragmented: filmmakers like Stephen Soderbergh, Whit Stillman and Hal Hartley were making literate, talky films, experienced hands like the Coens, Lynch and Jim Jarmusch were walking their own particular paths, and Spike Lee was giving a fresh voice to black youth culture. All of these filmmakers were held in high esteem, but – apart from the odd breakthrough moment like Blue Velvet – they didn’t really make much impact outside the arthouses. Arguably, then, Reservoir Dogs was the film that lifted independent cinema into the mainstream. I’m reminded here of a phrase used by former Time Out and Uncut writer Brian Case while reviewing a Sam Fuller box set for us: “Cinema as fist.” It was certainly true of Fuller, of course, but also a deeply appropriate description of Reservoir Dogs. Detailing the aftermath of jewelry heist that’s gone badly awry, Reservoir Dogs was almost pathologically cine-literate – a minute doesn't go by without some kind of nod to Kubrick, Scorsese, Peckinpah, Hong Kong action cinema, Rashomon, The Taking Of Pelham 123, Kiss Me Deadly and Repo Man. This outpouring of influences and references felt somehow invigorating, and in interviews, Tarantino’s rapid-fire monologues about movies - all movies, any kind of movies, even shit ones - proved wholly infectious. Tarantino’s back-story was appealing, too. He’d worked in a video store, Video Archives, on Manhattan Beach, which kind of made him a regular guy, rather than some highfalutin’ film school graduate. It’s perhaps no surprise that Simon Pegg's sitcom Spaced got Tarantino’s seal of approval (and a American DVD Commentary): here were other film-obsessed, twentysomething slackers who’d never really grown up. Spaced did homages impeccably, and it demonstrated a love for and understanding of everything it referenced: just like Tarantino’s movies. Part of the fun of Reservoir Dogs was watching great character actors like Harvey Keitel and Steve Buscemi shout at each other, spitting testosterone like heavily armed refugees from a David Mamet film. (Reservoir Dogs was one of two 1992 movies that helped relaunch Keitel’s flagging career: the other was Bad Lieutenant). You suspected Tarantino was the kind of guy who sat around with his pals from Video Archives quoting chunks of dialogue from Walter Hill movies and who, for his part, wanted to make a film whose dialogue was just as quotable, just as funky. And to get Harvey Keitel to deliver that funky, quotable dialogue... well. That must have been tremendous. Apart from the many on-screen highlights – the Madonna speech, the ear-cutting scene, the ever-increasing pool of blood around Tim Roth’s Mr Orange – Tarantino’s soundtrack was a revelation. Taking a lead from Scorsese’s music-rich movies, Tarantino pumped Reservoir Dogs with lost 70s AM rock hits – “Little Green Bag”, “Stuck In The Middle With You”, “Magic Carpet Ride”, “Hooked On A Feeling”. The soundtrack album was so outrageously good it changed the way audiences connect to music in movies. The Reservoir Dogs OST was so successful – Billboard has recorded sales of 822,000 copies – the soundtrack album subsequently became a handy extra revenue stream for film companies looking to make an extra buck out of their hipster movies, with Polydor managing to squeeze two separate soundtrack albums out of Trainspotting. 20 years on, what’s the legacy of Reservoir Dogs, then? The mid-Nineties’ Tarantino effect seemed to be that every other American indie movie – and plenty of studio films – featured a lot of dudes swearing and shooting each other, stopping only to out-hipster each other with lengthy digressions about arcane TV shows, all cut to some groovy tunes. More recently, Juno and Up In The Air director Jason Reitman has staged readings of movie screenplays in Los Angeles – alongside Shampoo, The Breakfast Club and The Big Lebowski, Reitman chose to mount a reading of Reservoir Dogs in February, with an all-black cast, including Laurence Fishburne as Mr White. But perhaps the biggest contribution Reservoir Dogs made to the broader culture was helping pull the underground overground: everything from Swingers to The Usual Suspects owes Reservoir Dogs some kind of acknowledgement.

I had lunch with Harvey Weinstein once. This was during the Cannes Film Festival, and I was among a group of film journalists invited to one of the swelegant hotels on the Croisette to nibble canapés and listen dutifully while Weinstein unveiled the forthcoming slate for his company, Miramax. Miramax were enjoying a terrific year – the musical Chicago had won six Oscars that spring, bringing their tally of Academy Awards up to a mighty 36 – and Harvey was on typically bullish form as he bigged up his movies, bits of canapé flying at high velocity out of the corners of his mouth like shrapnel. Like many others there, for me the most anticipated movie on Miramax’s 2003 schedule was Kill Bill Volume 1, the first film from Quentin Tarantino since Jackie Brown six years previously.

There was a lot going on at Cannes that year, I remember. Arnold Schwarzenegger was in town, launching his return to the Terminator franchise with a lavish party at Pierre Cardin’s Hobbity villa overlooking the French Riviera, old school Hollywood vibes were provided by Clint Eastwood, there with Mystic River, and some tabloid titillation from Vincent Gallo, whose The Brown Bunny arrived featuring a did she/didn’t she blow job scene. But despite such A list glamour and questionable artistic merit, the biggest headlines that year were reserved for Gus Van Sant’s Elephant, a post-Columbine meditation on a high school massacre that won the Palme D’Or. I can’t help but wonder, had Kill Bill Volume 1 been ready to launch at Cannes that spring (it was eventually released in October) would it have eclipsed everything else at the festival?

Tarantino had significant history with Cannes. After all, it had been the scene of the filmmaker’s biggest triumph, when Pulp Fiction had won the 1994 Palme D’Or, providing a brilliant start to a campaign that climaxed with a Best Original Screenplay Academy Award at the Oscars. Cannes 1994 put Tarantino on the map – and with him, his patron Weinstein and Miramax. But Tarantino’s debut had also played at Cannes – in an Out Of Competition slot at the 1992 festival. That year, the Cannes line-up included Robert Altman’s The Player, David Lynch’s Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me, Hal Hartley’s Simple Men and Merchant Ivory’s Howard’s End. The Palme D’Or was won by Bille August, for the Bergman-scripted drama, Den Goda Viljan. Top drawer fare obviously, but none of them packed quite the same punch as Reservoir Dogs.

Reservoir Dogs still is – yes! – an amazing, awesome, pumping powerhouse of a movie. Even the poster has chops. In 1992, mainstream movies felt as dead as Dillinger. Among the top 5 grossing titles at box office movies that year were The Bodyguard, Home Alone 2, Basic Instinct and Lethal Weapon 3: dinosaurs from the Eighties, movies with shoulder pads. The independent scene, meanwhile, was still fairly fragmented: filmmakers like Stephen Soderbergh, Whit Stillman and Hal Hartley were making literate, talky films, experienced hands like the Coens, Lynch and Jim Jarmusch were walking their own particular paths, and Spike Lee was giving a fresh voice to black youth culture. All of these filmmakers were held in high esteem, but – apart from the odd breakthrough moment like Blue Velvet – they didn’t really make much impact outside the arthouses. Arguably, then, Reservoir Dogs was the film that lifted independent cinema into the mainstream. I’m reminded here of a phrase used by former Time Out and Uncut writer Brian Case while reviewing a Sam Fuller box set for us: “Cinema as fist.” It was certainly true of Fuller, of course, but also a deeply appropriate description of Reservoir Dogs.

Detailing the aftermath of jewelry heist that’s gone badly awry, Reservoir Dogs was almost pathologically cine-literate – a minute doesn’t go by without some kind of nod to Kubrick, Scorsese, Peckinpah, Hong Kong action cinema, Rashomon, The Taking Of Pelham 123, Kiss Me Deadly and Repo Man. This outpouring of influences and references felt somehow invigorating, and in interviews, Tarantino’s rapid-fire monologues about movies – all movies, any kind of movies, even shit ones – proved wholly infectious. Tarantino’s back-story was appealing, too. He’d worked in a video store, Video Archives, on Manhattan Beach, which kind of made him a regular guy, rather than some highfalutin’ film school graduate. It’s perhaps no surprise that Simon Pegg‘s sitcom Spaced got Tarantino’s seal of approval (and a American DVD Commentary): here were other film-obsessed, twentysomething slackers who’d never really grown up. Spaced did homages impeccably, and it demonstrated a love for and understanding of everything it referenced: just like Tarantino’s movies.

Part of the fun of Reservoir Dogs was watching great character actors like Harvey Keitel and Steve Buscemi shout at each other, spitting testosterone like heavily armed refugees from a David Mamet film. (Reservoir Dogs was one of two 1992 movies that helped relaunch Keitel’s flagging career: the other was Bad Lieutenant). You suspected Tarantino was the kind of guy who sat around with his pals from Video Archives quoting chunks of dialogue from Walter Hill movies and who, for his part, wanted to make a film whose dialogue was just as quotable, just as funky. And to get Harvey Keitel to deliver that funky, quotable dialogue… well. That must have been tremendous.

Apart from the many on-screen highlights – the Madonna speech, the ear-cutting scene, the ever-increasing pool of blood around Tim Roth’s Mr Orange – Tarantino’s soundtrack was a revelation. Taking a lead from Scorsese’s music-rich movies, Tarantino pumped Reservoir Dogs with lost 70s AM rock hits – “Little Green Bag”, “Stuck In The Middle With You”, “Magic Carpet Ride”, “Hooked On A Feeling”. The soundtrack album was so outrageously good it changed the way audiences connect to music in movies. The Reservoir Dogs OST was so successful – Billboard has recorded sales of 822,000 copies – the soundtrack album subsequently became a handy extra revenue stream for film companies looking to make an extra buck out of their hipster movies, with Polydor managing to squeeze two separate soundtrack albums out of Trainspotting.

20 years on, what’s the legacy of Reservoir Dogs, then? The mid-Nineties’ Tarantino effect seemed to be that every other American indie movie – and plenty of studio films – featured a lot of dudes swearing and shooting each other, stopping only to out-hipster each other with lengthy digressions about arcane TV shows, all cut to some groovy tunes. More recently, Juno and Up In The Air director Jason Reitman has staged readings of movie screenplays in Los Angeles – alongside Shampoo, The Breakfast Club and The Big Lebowski, Reitman chose to mount a reading of Reservoir Dogs in February, with an all-black cast, including Laurence Fishburne as Mr White. But perhaps the biggest contribution Reservoir Dogs made to the broader culture was helping pull the underground overground: everything from Swingers to The Usual Suspects owes Reservoir Dogs some kind of acknowledgement.

Paul Weller: ‘I’d be too embarrassed to be on an effing talent show’

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Paul Weller has criticised the spate of "effing talent shows" on TV and claimed he would be "too embarrassed" to appear any of them. Last year, former Oasis guitarist Noel Gallagher claimed that Weller was a big fan of The X Factor but, in an interview with the Radio Times, the Modfather insisted ...

Paul Weller has criticised the spate of “effing talent shows” on TV and claimed he would be “too embarrassed” to appear any of them.

Last year, former Oasis guitarist Noel Gallagher claimed that Weller was a big fan of The X Factor but, in an interview with the Radio Times, the Modfather insisted he was sick of TV singing contests and dismissed them as “Saturday-night viewing for the masses”.

“Would I be a judge? Would I hell,” he said, before adding: I’d be too embarrassed to be on those shows. You get some of these kids who think they’re a little bit ‘edgy’, got a bit of a Pete Doherty haircut. You’re not edgy, really, mate. Otherwise you wouldn’t be on an effing talent show, would you?”

Asked if Simon Cowell deserved plaudits for his work with boyband One Direction, who recently became the first UK band to score a US Number One with their debut album, he replied: “Dunno, ’cause I’ve never heard ’em. I do know what you’re talking about. But I wouldn’t give him anything, personally.”

Last month, (March 25) Weller notched up his fourth solo Number One album when his new LP, Sonik Kicks, entered the chart in the top position. Despite only recently releasing his eleventh studio LP, however, he is already eying up his next project – he recently told NME that he is planning on working with Miles Kane on new material. “We’ve set aside a couple of dates in April when I’m going to do some writing with him,” he said. “I like him, he’s done well.”

Bob Dylan’s Blood On The Tracks album to be made into film

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Bob Dylan's seminal 1975 album Blood On The Tracks is set to be turned into a film, according to reports. The rights to the LP have been purchased by Brazilian company RT Features, who are now planning to adapt it into an English-speaking flick and are on the lookout for a director to helm the project. AFP reports that RT's chief executive Rodrigo Teixeira said: "As longtime admirers of one of the greatest albums in the history of music, we feel privileged to be making this film. "Our goal is to work with a filmmaker who can create a classic drama with characters and an environment that capture the feelings that the album inspires in all fans." Blood On The Tracks is often rumoured to be about the collapse of Dylan's marriage to his wife Sara, although he has repeatedly denied theories that the album's narratives are autobiographical. It was reported earlier this year that Bob Dylan is recording a new studio album, with the singer reportedly working on material at a studio in Los Angeles owned by US singer-songwriter Jackson Browne. His last LP, the festive-themed Christmas In The Heart, was released in 2009. Bob Dylan is also set to headline this summer's Benicassim festival. The festival runs from July 12-15 this summer. Four-day tickets for Benicassim, priced at €165, are available from Fiberfib.com.

Bob Dylan’s seminal 1975 album Blood On The Tracks is set to be turned into a film, according to reports.

The rights to the LP have been purchased by Brazilian company RT Features, who are now planning to adapt it into an English-speaking flick and are on the lookout for a director to helm the project.

AFP reports that RT’s chief executive Rodrigo Teixeira said: “As longtime admirers of one of the greatest albums in the history of music, we feel privileged to be making this film.

“Our goal is to work with a filmmaker who can create a classic drama with characters and an environment that capture the feelings that the album inspires in all fans.”

Blood On The Tracks is often rumoured to be about the collapse of Dylan’s marriage to his wife Sara, although he has repeatedly denied theories that the album’s narratives are autobiographical.

It was reported earlier this year that Bob Dylan is recording a new studio album, with the singer reportedly working on material at a studio in Los Angeles owned by US singer-songwriter Jackson Browne. His last LP, the festive-themed Christmas In The Heart, was released in 2009.

Bob Dylan is also set to headline this summer’s Benicassim festival. The festival runs from July 12-15 this summer. Four-day tickets for Benicassim, priced at €165, are available from Fiberfib.com.

Damon Albarn: ‘Hyde Park should be Blur’s last gig’

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Damon Albarn has revealed that Blur's Hyde Park gig might be the band's swan song. In an interview with The Guardian, Albarn admitted that the band might call it a day after the show on August 12 to mark the end of the London Olympics. When asked if the band would play live again after Hyde Park, ...

Damon Albarn has revealed that Blur’s Hyde Park gig might be the band’s swan song.

In an interview with The Guardian, Albarn admitted that the band might call it a day after the show on August 12 to mark the end of the London Olympics.

When asked if the band would play live again after Hyde Park, Albarn responded by saying “no, not really”. When pushed to reveal whether that really was it for the band, he said: “I think so, yeah.”

He continued: And I hope that’s the truth: that that’s how we end it. I don’t know: you can write scripts, and they always end up going…well, one thing I’ve learned is that everything I think I’ve got totally sorted out, and I know exactly what’s going to happen, never works out that way…Albarn also gave a revealing insight into the band’s somewhat tumultuous recording process. The singer even went as far as to describe it as “difficult”.

He admitted: “I find it very easy to record with Graham (Coxon). He’s a daily musician. With the other two, it’s harder for them to reconnect. You know what I mean? It’s fine when we play live – it’s really magical still – but actually recording new stuff, and swapping musical influences… it’s quite difficult.”

Meanwhile, while Albarn might have some more free time available after Blur’s Hyde Park gig, it is unlikely that he’ll devote his attention to Gorillaz after he revealed he and co-creator James Hewlett had a serious creative disagreement during the making, and subsequent tour, of ‘Plastic Beach’.

When asked if he and Hewlett had fallen out, Albarn said: “That sounds very juvenile, doesn’t it? But being juvenile about it, it happens. It’s a shame.”

Along with playing at Hyde Park, Blur are also scheduled to headline Sweden’s Way Out West festival in August.

Leonard Cohen tells court of former manager’s ‘death threats’

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Leonard Cohen has appeared in a Los Angeles court to give evidence against his former manager Kelley Lynch, who is on trial for making harassing phone calls and violating restraining orders. The legendary singer songwriter has said that after he fired her in 2004, he was bombarded with death threa...

Leonard Cohen has appeared in a Los Angeles court to give evidence against his former manager Kelley Lynch, who is on trial for making harassing phone calls and violating restraining orders.

The legendary singer songwriter has said that after he fired her in 2004, he was bombarded with death threats by Lynch, who would also send him numerous messages daily. Cohen stated: “It started with just a few now and then, but it eventually accelerated to 20 or 30 a day”. He added the voicemail messages would sometimes be 10 minutes in length and that Lynch said he “needed to be taken down and shot”. At the time, Cohen took out a number of restraining orders against Lynch, which she ignored.

Speaking in LA County Superior Court, reports the LA Times, Cohen added: “It makes me feel very conscious about my surroundings. Every time I see a car slow down, I get worried.”

Cohen also said the emails Lynch sent were often 50 pages long. “My sense of alarm has increased over the years as the volume of emails has increased,” he explained. The trial continues.

Lynch was fired by Cohen after he accused her of stealing $5 million from him and he sued her in 2005.

Leonard Cohen will be touring his latest album, Old Ideas, later in the year. Cohen will play shows in Europe and then North America in the autumn, but so far only the European dates have been revealed. As yet, no plans for UK shows have been announced.

The European leg of the tour kicks off on August 12 in Ghent, Belgium before shows in Ireland, France, Italy, Denmark and Spain, finishing up on October 7 in Lisbon, Portugal. The tour includes two shows at Dublin’s Imma on September 11 and 12.

Leonard Cohen released Old Ideas in January of this year. It followed 2004’s Dear Heather, and is his 12th studio album since 1967.

Kevin Shields: ‘I’m working on new My Bloody Valentine material’

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My Bloody Valentine are currently working on a brand new album, according to the band's vocalist and guitarist, Kevin Shields. The band haven't released any new material since 1991's Loveless, which followed their 1988 debut, Isn't Anything. Shields revealed the news in an interview with Pitchfork ...

My Bloody Valentine are currently working on a brand new album, according to the band’s vocalist and guitarist, Kevin Shields.

The band haven’t released any new material since 1991’s Loveless, which followed their 1988 debut, Isn’t Anything. Shields revealed the news in an interview with Pitchfork but admitted he couldn’t say much about the new release apart from that “I need to finish it!”

He added that the new album was based on a record that he started making in the 1990s. He said: “I’m just finishing a record that I had started in the 90s. It was going to be, like, the next record.”

He continued: “I’ve always said that we were always going to make a record again. You never know, we might finish it really quickly, and it might be up in a few months! I tend to work really quickly, suddenly, and I might be willing to do that right now. We’ll see!”

Last autumn Kevin Shields launched a new record label, but denied he would be using it to release new material by the band. The reclusive musician set up the new imprint, Pickpocket, with his friend Charlotte Marionneau, initially to put out an EP by her band Le Volume Courbe. Speaking to NME at the time, Shields said: “I was like ‘I’ll just get rid of a few pedals that I’ve had lying around for ten years and we’ll start a label’.”

My Bloody Valentine will put out a trio of re-issues on May 7. Remastered versions of Isn’t Anything and Loveless will go on sale, as well as EP’s 1988-1991, a new compilation made up of the band’s four EP releases, ‘Feed Me With Your Kiss’, ‘You Made Me Realise’, ‘Glider’ and ‘Tremolo’ and seven other rare tracks.

The Gaslight Anthem: Baby He Was Born To Run

As this month’s new Uncut (May 2012, Take 180) features Brian Fallon talking about The Gaslight Anthem’s upcoming new album, Handwritten, we thought it would be fitting to dig out this Uncut feature from January 2010 – in which Fallon tells Jaan Uhelszki how he became a rumbustious, show-stealing international phenomenon, beloved even by The Boss himself. Not bad for a tattooed punk kid whose “mother fed me Born To Run with my Cheerios”… ____________________ Three songs into The Gaslight Anthem’s set at this year’s Glastonbury festival, frontman Brian Fallon called for hush from the crowd. “I’m hearing the waves of my hometown,” he explained in a stage whisper. “Somebody back there? Who’s coming out?” Seconds later, a lithe, tanned Bruce Springsteen sauntered onstage carrying Fallon’s new Les Paul guitar. First throwing an arm round the neck of the singer, then ceremoniously and quaintly bowing to him, Springsteen plunged into The Gaslight Anthem’s “The ’59 Sound” as if he’d been playing it for years. In fact, it was decided only 10 minutes before the set that Springsteen would perform with the band. Nearly four months later, Fallon still savours the moment. “I wanted to tap him on the shoulder and say, ‘Dude, did someone forget to tell you that you were Bruce Springsteen this morning?’” he says with a quick shake of his head. Some people might want to ask the heavily tattooed Fallon the same question. But the comparisons are perhaps inevitable. Not only do The Gaslight Anthem hail from the same part of the world as Springsteen – New Jersey – they also specialise in similar, rambling narratives whose protagonists, identified only by their Christian names, bump up against their own mortality while living on the margins of poverty along the Jersey Shore. Their vision of life is witnessed from the back of a Chevy Nova speeding out of town – away from this place of low horizons and Soprano mob swagger – bidding goodbye to a romanticised teenage street life for some imagined rosier future. The fact that Springsteen is a fan isn’t a stretch, it’s more or less a foregone conclusion. “You know Springsteen is a hero to a lot of people in New Jersey,” says Fallon. “He’s a role model, because he’s a local guy who got out.” For the last nine months The Gaslight Anthem have ranked among Springsteen’s Top Friends on MySpace, ever since his eldest son Evan attended one of their shows and raved about it to his father. They finally met in December 2008 at a benefit in New Jersey, after Springsteen asked a friend, singer-songwriter Nicole Atkins, to introduce them. “Although I met him in December, it wasn’t until Glastonbury that we were anointed,” Fallon says with a short laugh that’s caught somewhere between self-awareness and irony. But he’s right. Within days of the Glastonbury show – and a support slot for Springsteen in Hyde Park the next day, where Bruce once again joined them for “The ’59 Sound” – sales of The Gaslight Anthem’s second album, The ’59 Sound, rose 200 per cent. Within a month, they were selling out shows in both the UK and America, with Fallon identified as the “next Springsteen” – in much the same way Springsteen used to get called the “next Dylan”. Not that the comparisons seem to bother the 29-year-old – or so he says. “I grew up in the next town over from Asbury Park, and five streets from E Street,” Fallon explains, when we meet in Chicago for the last dates of their current tour. “My mother fed me Born To Run with my Cheerios.” Fallon grew up just outside Spring Lake, a New Jersey borough known for its golf courses, country clubs and as the birthplace of Jack Nicholson. A mile away, you’ll find the less salubrious Spring Lake Heights. Named the 28th most desirable place to live in New Jersey, it boasts only 5,227 residents – many of them factory workers from nearby Freehold. “It was like the septic tank of what was left over from Spring Lake. It’s like, let the poor people have this block, you know? The things I’ve seen are the same things he [Springsteen] had seen, only 30 years later.” Songs like “Great Expectations”, “I Coulda Been A Contender” and “Wooderson”, underscore the claustrophobia that Fallon felt growing up in Spring Lake Heights. In “Wooderson”, for instance, a line like “They got one pill to make you smaller, they have one pill to make you scream,” should give you sense of what it was like to be imprisoned in this small blue-collar town. His songs crackle with the same kind of dramatic authority and fatalism that Springsteen brought to Born To Run. While more than three decades separate them, both men were determined not to be smothered by their geographic destiny. As Fallon sings in “High Lonesome” – “The taste of defeat was never too far from your mind”. But instead of paralysing Fallon, such limitations have galvanised him. “Everybody told us we would never make it,” he explains. “Even friends would say to me, ‘Okay this band thing is cool, but seriously, what are you really going to do?’ I can’t think of anyone who believed in us, and that was fuel for the fire, because the more anybody said I wouldn’t do it, the more I was like, ‘No, I’m going to do it.’ The only one who believed in me was my mother. She would always say to me that I was the one in a million who was going to do it.” After a failed entrance interview for the Pratt Institute, one of the pre-eminent art schools in America, Fallon abandoned his dreams of being a graphic artist and clothing designer to become a musician. But not entirely: many of his songs include references to ensembles, pearls and, most of all, shoes. “Shoes are everything,” he offers. “You can tell more about a man from his shoes than his handshake, because they tell where you’re going. It’s almost as if who you wish you were is on your shoes.” So what about you? “I wear shoes without laces that slip on because I wish I could just be a casual guy.” But you’re not? “No, not at all.” You’re a serious guy? “Very serious. I always think of those old pictures of Tom Waits wearing those pointy shoes with the buckles – the Stacey shoes. He always wished he could be a Casanova and instead he was a genius.” As for his mother, she wasn’t as daunted as he’d anticipated by his career change. Now a heath authority worker, she’d once been a member of Jersey band, The Group Folk Singers. “She didn’t bat an eye. She just told me, ‘If you’re going to do this, I want you to be Mick Jagger, not Keith Richards.’ Like she’d been expecting it all the time. Keith might be the soul of the Stones but she wanted me to keep my eye on the business side.” This, it seems, is part of the reason Fallon doesn’t do drugs and has never got drunk. “There’s something that I need to constantly be proving to myself, and I can’t be drunk if I intend to do that. I don’t go out late at night. I go on the bus and write songs. I believe that you have to earn your keep here, and there is a time for celebration – but not until you’ve gotten to where you want to be. And I haven’t. I really need to prove that I belong here. I ask myself ‘Why is it you and not a hundred other better bands?’ It’s almost like I have survivor’s guilt, but in a totally different way.” It’s not just luck that’s propelled The Gaslight Anthem to headlining status and sold out shows. Benefiting from a massive underground following, and more than 300 days on the road for the past two years, The ’59 Sound – released by LA indie label SideOneDummy – debuted on the Billboard chart at No 70 in August 2008, selling 43,000 copies in its first week. “I’ve seen bands with talent, bands with drive, and bands with vision,” says Joe Sib, co-founder of SideOneDummy. “You can succeed with just two of the factors, but The Gaslight Anthem have all three. They’ve also learned from the mistakes of the bands they’ve looked up to and they’re not making those mistakes.” And, you can add, they’re hard workers. When not on the road, Fallon and his bandmates – guitarist Alex Rosamilia, bassist Alex Levine and drummer Benny Horowitz – clock on for an authentic working week. “Generally we practise about 11 until about five every day, Monday through Friday,” acknowledges Fallon. “We give each other the weekends off, but we really go at it and we don’t mess around our practice, like there’s not a lot of eating food and stuff. It’s full-on playing.” So who cracks the whip? “I do. But I try to be reasonable about it. The guy who owns our management firm said: ‘Brian is like a benevolent dictator. He’ll definitely crack the whip, but not without purpose. Not just to see you suffer.’ But I know myself. I’m going somewhere. I don’t know where that’s going to be, but I’m going there, and fast. If you want to come along that’s fine, and if you don’t that’s also fine. I know how to be alone. I was an only child, I know what alone is.” So far, everyone’s still along for the ride. But it’s interesting that while The Gaslight Anthem’s live performances are seamless and fast-paced – the sure sign of a band in complete communication with one another – Fallon is quick to point out there isn’t much in the way of socialising off stage. “From the very first it just worked. We’ve never had an awkward gig, ever. It just all came together immediately,” he says. “But the funny thing is, you couldn’t really call us friends. I think what we do kind of binds us together and I think our greatest strength is the way that we play together without communicating. We can’t talk to each other very often. Like I mean we talk when we’re not talking about music or work. But when we try to communicate things to each other about music, we speak in 10 different languages.” So who usually gets their own way? “I do,” he says, simply. It’s also Fallon who’s responsible for all the rock references in their songs. He peppers them with snippets of lyrics by Tom Petty, Bob Seger, Bob Dylan, Tom Waits, even Elton John. One website deconstructed their two albums and came up with 61 separate references – enough to kick off a pub quiz, surely. Fallon doesn’t even attempt to defend himself. “Of course, I know I do it,” he says, a little exasperated. “It surprises me when someone doesn’t get it. In ‘Blue Jeans And White T-Shirts’ I called myself out for it. After we wrote our first two records everyone said, ‘Do you have to use the name Maria in every song?’ So I wrote the line: “Call every girl we ever met Maria/But I only love Virginia’s heart.’” “The truth is, I see us as part of the tradition of narrative American rock. It’s very ceremonial for me, and this is part of the ceremony. I take it much more seriously than most people think. There’s people who can just say, ‘You’re copying Springsteen’s narratives and Tom Waits’ vocal style and The Clash’s guitar-playing.’ The greatest tragedy is that all of my other influences get ignored. I think it’s a disservice to the other artists that I love. If it wasn’t the combination of all of them, this record wouldn’t have been what it is. Bob Seger is as important to me as Tom Waits. Leonard Cohen is an influence for sure. The Pretenders. The vocal style, those call-and-response things, is all Chrissie Hynde. I’m not even talking like cool Pretenders. I’m talking about [1994’s] Last Of The Independents Pretenders.” Indeed, Fallon is quick to point out the impact The Clash had on him, as a callow 10-year-old. Looking for the new Rancid album in Sound Effects Records in Hackettstown, New Jersey, the proprietor had other ideas. “The guy who ran the place told me, ‘What you’re looking for is not anything you should be listening to. This is where you start.’ And he and his friend chipped in and bought me the first Clash album. Then he told me, ‘If you take this home and it doesn’t change your life, you bring it back.’” And did it? “Immediately. I heard the first couple songs and I wasn’t interested in ‘White Riot’ or those real aggressive songs, but when I got to ‘(White Man) In Hammersmith Palais’ and I heard the harmonica, and I just went, that’s me. Joe was a little rougher than Bruce was and that’s the thing that I liked. I realised you can have this rough edge and still be validated and say things worth saying and say poetic things. Before Joe, I never heard someone play the way I played yet be poetic at the same time.” A month after Strummer died in 2002, Fallon’s parents took him to Jesse Malin’s Niagara Bar in the Lower East Side of New York, where one of the walls has an airbrushed painting of Strummer. They took a photograph of the portrait and the next day Fallon had it tattooed on his left shoulder. “I Woulda Called You, Woody” on their debut album, Sink Or Swim from May 2007, began life as a letter Fallon was writing to Strummer’s widow. But, after playing with Springsteen at Glastonbury, the other great moment in Gaslight Anthem’s storied year occurred when they snagged a touring slot opening for another set of heroes – ’80s US hardcore trailblazers Social Distortion. “I was probably more nervous meeting [Social Distortion frontman] Mike Ness than I was meeting Springsteen. Why? Because Mike is so tangible and so intangible at the same time. He was the first person that I recognised was doing what I’m trying to do. If I could be anybody, I’d be him. He seemed so unaffected by the world. He’s the reason I started getting tattoos. He’s why I write the songs that I do.” For now, Fallon is looking to the future. After nearly two years of touring The ’59 Sound, he’s got a handle on where to take his band next. “I just taught myself to play piano and I’m determined to write a different record than the last two,” he reveals. “For me, this new record is inspired by The Supremes – those melodies. I’m also trying to get the panic of Mitch Ryder songs. ‘Devil In A Blue Dress’, bang! ‘Sock It To Me, Baby’, bang! That breakneck speed where you hear a song and even though tempo-wise the song is not that fast, at the end of it you feel like you’ve just been wrung out. “At the same time, I’m not trying to be original. I’m just trying to carry on a tradition. I’m going to try to write something I think is as great as ‘Backstreets’. That will be the thread through every work I ever do. Ever.”

As this month’s new Uncut (May 2012, Take 180) features Brian Fallon talking about The Gaslight Anthem’s upcoming new album, Handwritten, we thought it would be fitting to dig out this Uncut feature from January 2010 – in which Fallon tells Jaan Uhelszki how he became a rumbustious, show-stealing international phenomenon, beloved even by The Boss himself. Not bad for a tattooed punk kid whose “mother fed me Born To Run with my Cheerios”…

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Three songs into The Gaslight Anthem’s set at this year’s Glastonbury festival, frontman Brian Fallon called for hush from the crowd.

“I’m hearing the waves of my hometown,” he explained in a stage whisper. “Somebody back there? Who’s coming out?”

Seconds later, a lithe, tanned Bruce Springsteen sauntered onstage carrying Fallon’s new Les Paul guitar. First throwing an arm round the neck of the singer, then ceremoniously and quaintly bowing to him, Springsteen plunged into The Gaslight Anthem’s “The ’59 Sound” as if he’d been playing it for years. In fact, it was decided only 10 minutes before the set that Springsteen would perform with the band.

Nearly four months later, Fallon still savours the moment. “I wanted to tap him on the shoulder and say, ‘Dude, did someone forget to tell you that you were Bruce Springsteen this morning?’” he says with a quick shake of his head. Some people might want to ask the heavily tattooed Fallon the same question.

But the comparisons are perhaps inevitable. Not only do The Gaslight Anthem hail from the same part of the world as Springsteen – New Jersey – they also specialise in similar, rambling narratives whose protagonists, identified only by their Christian names, bump up against their own mortality while living on the margins of poverty along the Jersey Shore. Their vision of life is witnessed from the back of a Chevy Nova speeding out of town – away from this place of low horizons and Soprano mob swagger – bidding goodbye to a romanticised teenage street life for some imagined rosier future.

The fact that Springsteen is a fan isn’t a stretch, it’s more or less a foregone conclusion. “You know Springsteen is a hero to a lot of people in New Jersey,” says Fallon. “He’s a role model, because he’s a local guy who got out.”

For the last nine months The Gaslight Anthem have ranked among Springsteen’s Top Friends on MySpace, ever since his eldest son Evan attended one of their shows and raved about it to his father. They finally met in December 2008 at a benefit in New Jersey, after Springsteen asked a friend, singer-songwriter Nicole Atkins, to introduce them.

“Although I met him in December, it wasn’t until Glastonbury that we were anointed,” Fallon says with a short laugh that’s caught somewhere between self-awareness and irony.

But he’s right. Within days of the Glastonbury show – and a support slot for Springsteen in Hyde Park the next day, where Bruce once again joined them for “The ’59 Sound” – sales of The Gaslight Anthem’s second album, The ’59 Sound, rose 200 per cent. Within a month, they were selling out shows in both the UK and America, with Fallon identified as the “next Springsteen” – in much the same way Springsteen used to get called the “next Dylan”. Not that the comparisons seem to bother the 29-year-old – or so he says.

“I grew up in the next town over from Asbury Park, and five streets from E Street,” Fallon explains, when we meet in Chicago for the last dates of their current tour. “My mother fed me Born To Run with my Cheerios.”

Fallon grew up just outside Spring Lake, a New Jersey borough known for its golf courses, country clubs and as the birthplace of Jack Nicholson. A mile away, you’ll find the less salubrious Spring Lake Heights. Named the 28th most desirable place to live in New Jersey, it boasts only 5,227 residents – many of them factory workers from nearby Freehold.

“It was like the septic tank of what was left over from Spring Lake. It’s like, let the poor people have this block, you know? The things I’ve seen are the same things he [Springsteen] had seen, only 30 years later.”

Songs like “Great Expectations”, “I Coulda Been A Contender” and “Wooderson”, underscore the claustrophobia that Fallon felt growing up in Spring Lake Heights. In “Wooderson”, for instance, a line like “They got one pill to make you smaller, they have one pill to make you scream,” should give you sense of what it was like to be imprisoned in this small blue-collar town. His songs crackle with the same kind of dramatic authority and fatalism that Springsteen brought to Born To Run. While more than three decades separate them, both men were determined not to be smothered by their geographic destiny. As Fallon sings in “High Lonesome” – “The taste of defeat was never too far from your mind”. But instead of paralysing Fallon, such limitations have galvanised him.

“Everybody told us we would never make it,” he explains. “Even friends would say to me, ‘Okay this band thing is cool, but seriously, what are you really going to do?’ I can’t think of anyone who believed in us, and that was fuel for the fire, because the more anybody said I wouldn’t do it, the more I was like, ‘No, I’m going to do it.’ The only one who believed in me was my mother. She would always say to me that I was the one in a million who was going to do it.”

After a failed entrance interview for the Pratt Institute, one of the pre-eminent art schools in America, Fallon abandoned his dreams of being a graphic artist and clothing designer to become a musician. But not entirely: many of his songs include references to ensembles, pearls and, most of all, shoes.

“Shoes are everything,” he offers. “You can tell more about a man from his shoes than his handshake, because they tell where you’re going. It’s almost as if who you wish you were is on your shoes.”

So what about you?

“I wear shoes without laces that slip on because I wish I could just be a casual guy.”

But you’re not?

“No, not at all.”

You’re a serious guy?

“Very serious. I always think of those old pictures of Tom Waits wearing those pointy shoes with the buckles – the Stacey shoes. He always wished he could be a Casanova and instead he was a genius.”

As for his mother, she wasn’t as daunted as he’d anticipated by his career change. Now a heath authority worker, she’d once been a member of Jersey band, The Group Folk Singers.

“She didn’t bat an eye. She just told me, ‘If you’re going to do this, I want you to be Mick Jagger, not Keith Richards.’ Like she’d been expecting it all the time. Keith might be the soul of the Stones but she wanted me to keep my eye on the business side.”

This, it seems, is part of the reason Fallon doesn’t do drugs and has never got drunk.

“There’s something that I need to constantly be proving to myself, and I can’t be drunk if I intend to do that. I don’t go out late at night. I go on the bus and write songs. I believe that you have to earn your keep here, and there is a time for celebration – but not until you’ve gotten to where you want to be. And I haven’t. I really need to prove that I belong here. I ask myself ‘Why is it you and not a hundred other better bands?’ It’s almost like I have survivor’s guilt, but in a totally different way.”

It’s not just luck that’s propelled The Gaslight Anthem to headlining status and sold out shows. Benefiting from a massive underground following, and more than 300 days on the road for the past two years, The ’59 Sound – released by LA indie label SideOneDummy – debuted on the Billboard chart at No 70 in August 2008, selling 43,000 copies in its first week.

“I’ve seen bands with talent, bands with drive, and bands with vision,” says Joe Sib, co-founder of SideOneDummy. “You can succeed with just two of the factors, but The Gaslight Anthem have all three. They’ve also learned from the mistakes of the bands they’ve looked up to and they’re not making those mistakes.”

And, you can add, they’re hard workers. When not on the road, Fallon and his bandmates – guitarist Alex Rosamilia, bassist Alex Levine and drummer Benny Horowitz – clock on for an authentic working week.

“Generally we practise about 11 until about five every day, Monday through Friday,” acknowledges Fallon. “We give each other the weekends off, but we really go at it and we don’t mess around our practice, like there’s not a lot of eating food and stuff. It’s full-on playing.”

So who cracks the whip?

“I do. But I try to be reasonable about it. The guy who owns our management firm said: ‘Brian is like a benevolent dictator. He’ll definitely crack the whip, but not without purpose. Not just to see you suffer.’ But I know myself. I’m going somewhere. I don’t know where that’s going to be, but I’m going there, and fast. If you want to come along that’s fine, and if you don’t that’s also fine. I know how to be alone. I was an only child, I know what alone is.”

So far, everyone’s still along for the ride. But it’s interesting that while The Gaslight Anthem’s live performances are seamless and fast-paced – the sure sign of a band in complete communication with one another – Fallon is quick to point out there isn’t much in the way of socialising off stage.

“From the very first it just worked. We’ve never had an awkward gig, ever. It just all came together immediately,” he says. “But the funny thing is, you couldn’t really call us friends. I think what we do kind of binds us together and I think our greatest strength is the way that we play together without communicating. We can’t talk to each other very often. Like I mean we talk when we’re not talking about music or work. But when we try to communicate things to each other about music, we speak in 10 different languages.”

So who usually gets their own way?

“I do,” he says, simply.

It’s also Fallon who’s responsible for all the rock references in their songs. He peppers them with snippets of lyrics by Tom Petty, Bob Seger, Bob Dylan, Tom Waits, even Elton John. One website deconstructed their two albums and came up with 61 separate references – enough to kick off a pub quiz, surely.

Fallon doesn’t even attempt to defend himself. “Of course, I know I do it,” he says, a little exasperated. “It surprises me when someone doesn’t get it. In ‘Blue Jeans And White T-Shirts’ I called myself out for it. After we wrote our first two records everyone said, ‘Do you have to use the name Maria in every song?’ So I wrote the line: “Call every girl we ever met Maria/But I only love Virginia’s heart.’”

“The truth is, I see us as part of the tradition of narrative American rock. It’s very ceremonial for me, and this is part of the ceremony. I take it much more seriously than most people think. There’s people who can just say, ‘You’re copying Springsteen’s narratives and Tom Waits’ vocal style and The Clash’s guitar-playing.’ The greatest tragedy is that all of my other influences get ignored. I think it’s a disservice to the other artists that I love. If it wasn’t the combination of all of them, this record wouldn’t have been what it is. Bob Seger is as important to me as Tom Waits. Leonard Cohen is an influence for sure. The Pretenders. The vocal style, those call-and-response things, is all Chrissie Hynde. I’m not even talking like cool Pretenders. I’m talking about [1994’s] Last Of The Independents Pretenders.”

Indeed, Fallon is quick to point out the impact The Clash had on him, as a callow 10-year-old. Looking for the new Rancid album in Sound Effects Records in Hackettstown, New Jersey, the proprietor had other ideas.

“The guy who ran the place told me, ‘What you’re looking for is not anything you should be listening to. This is where you start.’ And he and his friend chipped in and bought me the first Clash album. Then he told me, ‘If you take this home and it doesn’t change your life, you bring it back.’”

And did it?

“Immediately. I heard the first couple songs and I wasn’t interested in ‘White Riot’ or those real aggressive songs, but when I got to ‘(White Man) In Hammersmith Palais’ and I heard the harmonica, and I just went, that’s me. Joe was a little rougher than Bruce was and that’s the thing that I liked. I realised you can have this rough edge and still be validated and say things worth saying and say poetic things. Before Joe, I never heard someone play the way I played yet be poetic at the same time.”

A month after Strummer died in 2002, Fallon’s parents took him to Jesse Malin’s Niagara Bar in the Lower East Side of New York, where one of the walls has an airbrushed painting of Strummer. They took a photograph of the portrait and the next day Fallon had it tattooed on his left shoulder. “I Woulda Called You, Woody” on their debut album, Sink Or Swim from May 2007, began life as a letter Fallon was writing to Strummer’s widow.

But, after playing with Springsteen at Glastonbury, the other great moment in Gaslight Anthem’s storied year occurred when they snagged a touring slot opening for another set of heroes – ’80s US hardcore trailblazers Social Distortion.

“I was probably more nervous meeting [Social Distortion frontman] Mike Ness than I was meeting Springsteen. Why? Because Mike is so tangible and so intangible at the same time. He was the first person that I recognised was doing what I’m trying to do. If I could be anybody, I’d be him. He seemed so unaffected by the world. He’s the reason I started getting tattoos. He’s why I write the songs that I do.”

For now, Fallon is looking to the future. After nearly two years of touring The ’59 Sound, he’s got a handle on where to take his band next.

“I just taught myself to play piano and I’m determined to write a different record than the last two,” he reveals. “For me, this new record is inspired by The Supremes – those melodies. I’m also trying to get the panic of Mitch Ryder songs. ‘Devil In A Blue Dress’, bang! ‘Sock It To Me, Baby’, bang! That breakneck speed where you hear a song and even though tempo-wise the song is not that fast, at the end of it you feel like you’ve just been wrung out.

“At the same time, I’m not trying to be original. I’m just trying to carry on a tradition. I’m going to try to write something I think is as great as ‘Backstreets’. That will be the thread through every work I ever do. Ever.”

Soundgarden debut their first new song for 15 years ‘Live To Rise’ – listen

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Soundgarden have debuted their first new song for over 15 years, which is titled 'Live To Rise'. Scroll down to the bottom of the page and click to hear the track. The track is taken from the soundtrack for the new Hollywood blockbuster The Avengers, which also features Kasabian, Rise Against, Bu...

Soundgarden have debuted their first new song for over 15 years, which is titled ‘Live To Rise’. Scroll down to the bottom of the page and click to hear the track.

The track is taken from the soundtrack for the new Hollywood blockbuster The Avengers, which also features Kasabian, Rise Against, Bush, Black Veil Brides, Papa Roach, Five Finger Death Punch and Evanescence.

Soundgarden are currently putting the finishing touches to their sixth studio album, which will be their first new record since 1996’s ‘Down On The Upside’. They reunited in 2010, 12 years after they originally split up.

The band will come to the UK this summer to headline Hard Rock Calling festival in London. Soundgarden, who will also perform at this summer’s Download Festival, join Bruce Springsteen and Paul Simon in headlining the event.

The Avengers will be released in the UK under the title of Marvel Avengers Assemble on April 26. It will be released in the US simply as The Avengers.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTrDzajvSBk

Jarvis Cocker: ‘I’m working on ideas for new Pulp songs’

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Jarvis Cocker has revealed that he has been working on ideas for new Pulp songs. Speaking to Shortlist, the frontman admitted that although he wasn't sure what would happen with the new material, he had still been thinking about the possibility of a fresh batch of tracks. Asked if there were an...

Jarvis Cocker has revealed that he has been working on ideas for new Pulp songs.

Speaking to Shortlist, the frontman admitted that although he wasn’t sure what would happen with the new material, he had still been thinking about the possibility of a fresh batch of tracks.

Asked if there were any new Pulp songs in the pipeline, he answered: “It took us long enough to relearn the old songs, so we’ll have to see about that. But I’ve got ideas. I keep my little notebook, I’ve always got that with me. Hopefully there’s more stuff than nonsense in there.”

Cocker also admitted he had been “super-worried” before Pulp’s reunion shows last year. “You may have spent your life doing something, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anyone else is bothered,” he said. “So it was nice that people were bothered when we decided to play some shows. And the fact that it wasn’t all bald heads when we looked out was nice as well. Some reasonably young people came to see us.”

Last week (March 31), Pulp played their first live show of 2012 at London’s Royal Albert Hall as part of this year’s run of Teenage Cancer Trust gigs.

The set spanned Pulp’s vast career, even including a rendition of 1983’s ‘My Lighthouse’ during the encore.

Cocker’s sister Saskia and her school friend Jill Talbot – who sang backing vocals on the original track – were invited onstage to perform, almost 30 years after the song was first recorded. Pulp also played the likes of ‘Mis-Shapes’, ‘I Spy’, ‘Common People’ and ‘Disco 2000’.

Pete Doherty: ‘When Amy Winehouse died I was knee-deep in shit’

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Pete Doherty has spoken about his reaction to the death of Amy Winehouse and has revealed that he was "wallowing in his own filth" when he heard the news that the 'Back To Black' singer was dead. The former Libertines man, who is now residing in Paris, told NME that he was alone in his flat in Ca...

Pete Doherty has spoken about his reaction to the death of Amy Winehouse and has revealed that he was “wallowing in his own filth” when he heard the news that the ‘Back To Black’ singer was dead.

The former Libertines man, who is now residing in Paris, told NME that he was alone in his flat in Camden when he heard that Winehouse had died and was left unable to move by the news.

Speaking about this, Doherty said: “When Amy died I was sat in a matchbox room in Camden Town, not able to leave, basically wallowing in my own filth. Literally knee-deep in shit. Literally not able to move. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t see anyone, I couldn’t pick up the guitar and when I did pick up the guitar it was woeful ballads about how Amy wouldn’t be coming round tonight. It wasn’t a very inspiring time.”

Doherty also revealed that although he wanted to attend Winehouse’s funeral, her father Mitch did not want him there.

Speaking about this, Doherty said: “I think she would have wanted me at her funeral. It’s a personal feeling of grief I’ve never had the chance to see through. I’m made to feel that I’m not her friend, which I was. She came to the Libertines’ gig at the forum. We came back to the hotel and she stayed all night. At one point it was me, her and Carl having a little sing-song.”

The former Libertines singer also opened up about Mitch Winehouse throwing him out of the singer’s hotel room, after deeming him a bad influence on her.

He recounted: “I remember one time she was due to play at the Apollo in Hammersmith, she said: ‘I saw you and Babyshambles play last week. I’ll show you a real gig, come to my hotel room.’ Her dad turned up at the hotel and told me ‘You’ve got to go’.”

Morrissey – Viva Hate

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Moz reissues his fine solo debut... It’s hard to recall now, after a quarter-century of stardom, scandal, exile, rebirth and lingering notoriety, quite how dicey Morrissey’s prospects seemed in the livid aftermath of the Smiths’ disintegration. The form of previous frontmen gone solo, from Mick Jagger to Joe Strummer to Ian McCulloch, was not promising. Paul Weller, with the considerable advantages of the singer/songwriter, had successfully escaped the Jam, but by the late 80s even he faced being dropped by his label. In the winter of 1987 it seemed all too easy to imagine Morrissey, draped in his widow’s weeds, anticipating an endless circuit of cemetery tours with Howard Devoto and Linder. Of course he had considered the prospect. One of the best songs on Viva Hate is “Little Man, What Now?”, a scintillating consideration, by way of Dennis Norden’s Looks Familiar, of the fatally fleeting nature of fame: “Friday nights, 1969/ATV you murdered every line/.../Four seasons passed and they AXED you”. Was the demise of the Smiths to prove his own chopping block? That he eluded this fate is testament to his enduring genius for emergency escapology and a certain Irish luck. The luck being the unlikely emergence of Stephen Street, long-time Smiths engineer/producer, as a credible songwriting partner. The genius being his ability to fashion the urgency and trauma of the split into some of the finest songs of his career. “Suedehead”, the lead single from Viva Hate, released in February 1987, just two months after the final Smiths release, was a breezy, easily loveable, mock apology (“I’m so sorry”, addressed to both Marr and the Smiths audience, curdling into “I’m so sickened”), radiant with early spring jangle, propelled with the backing of EMI to his highest chart placing to date. But “Every Day Is Like Sunday”, was the real clincher, a career-defining song that proved indupitably that his muse could flourish outside the Smiths. Elevated by Street’s majestic, swarming string arrangement, the song felt like a coronation, the establishment of Morrissey into an honoured English lineage alongside the likes of John Betjeman (the cadging of “Come friendly bombs...” from “Slough”) and Tony Hancock (the existential English exasperation of “Sunday Afternoon At Home”, the suicidal seaside of The Punch and Judy Man). The album itself didn’t disappoint. Howling into furious life with “Alsation Cousin”, rising to a elegiac pitch on “Angel, Angel, Down We Go Together”, lost in moonglow reverie on “Late Night, Maudlin Street”, and concluding with the dreamy execution of “Margaret On The Guillotine”, it was enlived by the very desparation and urgency that was largely missing from Strangeways. It’s hard to overstate the contribution of Moz’s fellow Ed Banger and the Nosebleeds alumnus Vini Reilly - one of the few English guitarists in the same league as Marr. Reilly’s entranced playing almost redeems “Bengali In Platforms” (a song Morrissey might claim is an imaginative act of identification, part of the cast of tutued vicars, rent boys, failing boxers, and wheelchair users elsewhere in his corpus, but which singularly fails to escape patronising mockery) and sublimely stages the centrepiece of the album “Late Night Maudlin Street”. It’s a song about the pain of transition,the misery of eviction from the home, or band, you thought you’d made, and it’s the closest Morrissey ever got to kind of Joni Mitchell/Rickie Lee Jones intimate epic he revered. So it’s puzzling to find that on this reissue the song is abruptly shorn of its final minute. The puzzle is compounded when “The Ordinary Boys”, admittedly one of the weakest tracks on the album, is replaced with an, if anything, even weaker song, “Treat Me Like A Human Being”, a demo that’s incongruously lofi amid the general excellence of the remaster. Is he embarrassed by perceived weakness of singing and writing? Has Preston’s shameful treatment of Chantelle soured his feelings for “The Ordinary Boys”? These odd revisions follow the 2009 reissues of Southpaw Grammar and Maladjusted, where he reordered and revised tracklistings and commissioned new artwork. However you try to explain it, in the absence of a new record on the horizon, Morrissey increasingly resembles the elder Henry James or Wordsworth, driven to endless, fruitless, tinkering with their vital early work. Can even Morrissey escape this final ignominy? Stephen Troussé

Moz reissues his fine solo debut…

It’s hard to recall now, after a quarter-century of stardom, scandal, exile, rebirth and lingering notoriety, quite how dicey Morrissey’s prospects seemed in the livid aftermath of the Smiths’ disintegration. The form of previous frontmen gone solo, from Mick Jagger to Joe Strummer to Ian McCulloch, was not promising. Paul Weller, with the considerable advantages of the singer/songwriter, had successfully escaped the Jam, but by the late 80s even he faced being dropped by his label. In the winter of 1987 it seemed all too easy to imagine Morrissey, draped in his widow’s weeds, anticipating an endless circuit of cemetery tours with Howard Devoto and Linder.

Of course he had considered the prospect. One of the best songs on Viva Hate is “Little Man, What Now?”, a scintillating consideration, by way of Dennis Norden’s Looks Familiar, of the fatally fleeting nature of fame: “Friday nights, 1969/ATV you murdered every line/…/Four seasons passed and they AXED you”. Was the demise of the Smiths to prove his own chopping block?

That he eluded this fate is testament to his enduring genius for emergency escapology and a certain Irish luck. The luck being the unlikely emergence of Stephen Street, long-time Smiths engineer/producer, as a credible songwriting partner. The genius being his ability to fashion the urgency and trauma of the split into some of the finest songs of his career.

“Suedehead”, the lead single from Viva Hate, released in February 1987, just two months after the final Smiths release, was a breezy, easily loveable, mock apology (“I’m so sorry”, addressed to both Marr and the Smiths audience, curdling into “I’m so sickened”), radiant with early spring jangle, propelled with the backing of EMI to his highest chart placing to date. But “Every Day Is Like Sunday”, was the real clincher, a career-defining song that proved indupitably that his muse could flourish outside the Smiths. Elevated by Street’s majestic, swarming string arrangement, the song felt like a coronation, the establishment of Morrissey into an honoured English lineage alongside the likes of John Betjeman (the cadging of “Come friendly bombs…” from “Slough”) and Tony Hancock (the existential English exasperation of “Sunday Afternoon At Home”, the suicidal seaside of The Punch and Judy Man).

The album itself didn’t disappoint. Howling into furious life with “Alsation Cousin”, rising to a elegiac pitch on “Angel, Angel, Down We Go Together”, lost in moonglow reverie on “Late Night, Maudlin Street”, and concluding with the dreamy execution of “Margaret On The Guillotine”, it was enlived by the very desparation and urgency that was largely missing from Strangeways.

It’s hard to overstate the contribution of Moz’s fellow Ed Banger and the Nosebleeds alumnus Vini Reilly – one of the few English guitarists in the same league as Marr. Reilly’s entranced playing almost redeems “Bengali In Platforms” (a song Morrissey might claim is an imaginative act of identification, part of the cast of tutued vicars, rent boys, failing boxers, and wheelchair users elsewhere in his corpus, but which singularly fails to escape patronising mockery) and sublimely stages the centrepiece of the album “Late Night Maudlin Street”. It’s a song about the pain of transition,the misery of eviction from the home, or band, you thought you’d made, and it’s the closest Morrissey ever got to kind of Joni Mitchell/Rickie Lee Jones intimate epic he revered.

So it’s puzzling to find that on this reissue the song is abruptly shorn of its final minute. The puzzle is compounded when “The Ordinary Boys”, admittedly one of the weakest tracks on the album, is replaced with an, if anything, even weaker song, “Treat Me Like A Human Being”, a demo that’s incongruously lofi amid the general excellence of the remaster.

Is he embarrassed by perceived weakness of singing and writing? Has Preston’s shameful treatment of Chantelle soured his feelings for “The Ordinary Boys”? These odd revisions follow the 2009 reissues of Southpaw Grammar and Maladjusted, where he reordered and revised tracklistings and commissioned new artwork. However you try to explain it, in the absence of a new record on the horizon, Morrissey increasingly resembles the elder Henry James or Wordsworth, driven to endless, fruitless, tinkering with their vital early work. Can even Morrissey escape this final ignominy?

Stephen Troussé

Grateful Dead – All The Years Combine

The full extent of the Dead’s official DVD arsenal... According to the Dead’s chief audiovisual archivist David Lemieux, there are now over 2,500 videotapes in the band’s vault, alongside its renowned stash of 16,000 audio tapes. All The Years Combine may only be scratching the surface, but it’s the most complete Grateful Dead DVD collection to date: 14 discs taking in 10 concerts, ranging from The Grateful Dead Movie, filmed in 1974, to an RFK Stadium show in 1991, featuring what turned out to be the Dead’s final line up. Joining these films are a disappointing 55-minute conceptual film So Far, from 1987. Completing the box is an exclusive bonus disc, the centrepiece of which is Justin Kreutzmann’s beautifully crafted documentary Backstage Pass, which affectionately chronicles every musician to have played in the band between The Acid Tests in 1965 and the Dead’s final concert at Soldier Field, Chicago in July 1995. The two Seventies concerts are the most elaborate, painstakingly edited films in this collection. For atmosphere and thrills, The Closing Of Winterland, from the Dead’s annual New Year’s Eve concert in 1978, has the edge over the more venerated Grateful Dead Movie. It’s distinguished by a devastating second set that comes to life on a smouldering “Terrapin Station”, ending with a rousing “Not Fade Away” featuring War’s harmonica player Lee Oskar and scything guitar from Quicksilver’s John Cippolina. In contrast, Dead Ahead from Radio City Music Hall in October 1980, celebrates the final tour where the Dead opened each night with an acoustic selection, sitting on stools and picking genially through their own homespun folk anthems “Ripple”, “Bird Song” and “To Lay Me Down”. Truckin’ Up To Buffalo, a full show from July 4, 1989, is memorable for another inspired second set. The Dead always took a while to hit their stride; emerging after the first break full of smiles and encouraging nods, before unleashing a brutal “All Along The Watchtower”, straight into a scorching “Morning Dew” and followed by another “Not Fade Away”. This version stands out for the unusually animated interplay between a jovial Jerry Garcia and keyboardist Brent Mydland. The four discs from the more intimate View From The Vault series were compiled from basic videotaped recordings made for the big screens at stadium gigs. Using only the two track sound straight from the PA, they are video equivalent of Dick’s Picks, the Dead’s long-running series of live albums. Two of them date from 1990, another combines a couple of the group’s own sets on the spotty Dylan And The Dead tour in 1987, while the best is an RFK Stadium show from June 1991, filmed a year after Brent Mydland’s death, when keyboard duties had been picked up by Vince Welnick and Bruce Hornby. Once again, its the second set that’s the best, the group vigorously tearing into the grand Blues For Allah song cycle, ”Help On The Way”/”Slipknot!”/”Franklin’s Tower”. It’s followed by a spectral “Dark Star” before Bob Weir, full of gusto, takes on “Turn On Your Lovelight”, traditionally one of former frontman Pigpen’s down-and-dirty showstoppers. The mood intensifies as Garcia steps up to sing “Stella Blue”, then an impassioned “It’s All Over Now Baby Blue” with the fresh-faced Hornsby on accordion. This show is very much a last hurrah for the Dead; arguably, they never really reached such magical heights again. Witnessing their almost evangelical bond with audiences, the recurring image is one of warmth and camaraderie; just a bunch of working stiffs who liked nothing more than playing in the band. EXTRAS: In addition to Backstage Pass, the bonus disc has an engaging interview with archivist David Lemiuex, plus five further unreleased clips. Also includes all bonus material from previous releases. 8/10 MICK HOUGHTON

The full extent of the Dead’s official DVD arsenal…

According to the Dead’s chief audiovisual archivist David Lemieux, there are now over 2,500 videotapes in the band’s vault, alongside its renowned stash of 16,000 audio tapes. All The Years Combine may only be scratching the surface, but it’s the most complete Grateful Dead DVD collection to date: 14 discs taking in 10 concerts, ranging from The Grateful Dead Movie, filmed in 1974, to an RFK Stadium show in 1991, featuring what turned out to be the Dead’s final line up. Joining these films are a disappointing 55-minute conceptual film So Far, from 1987. Completing the box is an exclusive bonus disc, the centrepiece of which is Justin Kreutzmann’s beautifully crafted documentary Backstage Pass, which affectionately chronicles every musician to have played in the band between The Acid Tests in 1965 and the Dead’s final concert at Soldier Field, Chicago in July 1995.

The two Seventies concerts are the most elaborate, painstakingly edited films in this collection. For atmosphere and thrills, The Closing Of Winterland, from the Dead’s annual New Year’s Eve concert in 1978, has the edge over the more venerated Grateful Dead Movie. It’s distinguished by a devastating second set that comes to life on a smouldering “Terrapin Station”, ending with a rousing “Not Fade Away” featuring War’s harmonica player Lee Oskar and scything guitar from Quicksilver’s John Cippolina. In contrast, Dead Ahead from Radio City Music Hall in October 1980, celebrates the final tour where the Dead opened each night with an acoustic selection, sitting on stools and picking genially through their own homespun folk anthems “Ripple”, “Bird Song” and “To Lay Me Down”.

Truckin’ Up To Buffalo, a full show from July 4, 1989, is memorable for another inspired second set. The Dead always took a while to hit their stride; emerging after the first break full of smiles and encouraging nods, before unleashing a brutal “All Along The Watchtower”, straight into a scorching “Morning Dew” and followed by another “Not Fade Away”. This version stands out for the unusually animated interplay between a jovial Jerry Garcia and keyboardist Brent Mydland.

The four discs from the more intimate View From The Vault series were compiled from basic videotaped recordings made for the big screens at stadium gigs. Using only the two track sound straight from the PA, they are video equivalent of Dick’s Picks, the Dead’s long-running series of live albums. Two of them date from 1990, another combines a couple of the group’s own sets on the spotty Dylan And The Dead tour in 1987, while the best is an RFK Stadium show from June 1991, filmed a year after Brent Mydland’s death, when keyboard duties had been picked up by Vince Welnick and Bruce Hornby. Once again, its the second set that’s the best, the group vigorously tearing into the grand Blues For Allah song cycle, ”Help On The Way”/”Slipknot!”/”Franklin’s Tower”. It’s followed by a spectral “Dark Star” before Bob Weir, full of gusto, takes on “Turn On Your Lovelight”, traditionally one of former frontman Pigpen’s down-and-dirty showstoppers. The mood intensifies as Garcia steps up to sing “Stella Blue”, then an impassioned “It’s All Over Now Baby Blue” with the fresh-faced Hornsby on accordion. This show is very much a last hurrah for the Dead; arguably, they never really reached such magical heights again. Witnessing their almost evangelical bond with audiences, the recurring image is one of warmth and camaraderie; just a bunch of working stiffs who liked nothing more than playing in the band.

EXTRAS: In addition to Backstage Pass, the bonus disc has an engaging interview with archivist David Lemiuex, plus five further unreleased clips. Also includes all bonus material from previous releases.

8/10

MICK HOUGHTON

Andrew Bird – Break It To Yourself

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Chicagoan prodigy drops his guard and takes flight.. Like the green parakeets of south London, Andrew Bird is an exotic creature (violin prodigy, jazz-folk-zydeco musical adventurer, musical-saw virtuoso and world-class whistler) who has adapted himself impeccably to a more staid environment - in his case the 21st century, post-Arcade Fire ecology of adult alternative. So successfully, in fact, that his eighth album, 2009’s Noble Beast, debuted at number 12 on the US album charts and established him as the darling of NPR. Nevertheless, you still got vivid flashes of peregrine plumage, not least in his lyrics, which revealed him to be the most recondite rhymester this side of Edith Sitwell. Noble Beast featured not just “calcified arythmatists” and “young radiolarians” but “proto-Sanskrit Minoans” and indeed “a colony of dermestids”. Break It Yourself by contrast feels like an attempt to communicate more directly and is his most affecting album yet. “Eyeoneye”, for example, may refer to reionisation and defibrillation, but, rocking along on a Win-Butler-goes-Spector beat, is concerned with more visceral matters: “you’ve done the impossible/ took yourself apart/made yourself invulnerable/no on can touch your heart/ so... you break it yourself”. Similarly “Lazy Projector” extends a metaphysically cinematic metaphor but concludes, simply “I can’t see the sense in us breaking up at all”. Elsewhere Bird lets a little air into his previously overly-studied exercises “Danse Caribe” seems borne on some blithe gulf stream breeze from Van’s “Cyprus Avenue” back to the rhythms of Trinidadian soca, while “Hole In Ocean” ascends to Vaughan Williams heights. But the album’s two highlights hit a perfectly judged pitch of heartbreak: “Lusitania”, which seems to tramp the dream prairies of early Grant Lee Buffalo, and best of all, “Sifters”, a lovely lullaby of departure in which “the moon plays the ocean like a violin”. Stephen Troussé

Chicagoan prodigy drops his guard and takes flight..

Like the green parakeets of south London, Andrew Bird is an exotic creature (violin prodigy, jazz-folk-zydeco musical adventurer, musical-saw virtuoso and world-class whistler) who has adapted himself impeccably to a more staid environment – in his case the 21st century, post-Arcade Fire ecology of adult alternative. So successfully, in fact, that his eighth album, 2009’s Noble Beast, debuted at number 12 on the US album charts and established him as the darling of NPR.

Nevertheless, you still got vivid flashes of peregrine plumage, not least in his lyrics, which revealed him to be the most recondite rhymester this side of Edith Sitwell. Noble Beast featured not just “calcified arythmatists” and “young radiolarians” but “proto-Sanskrit Minoans” and indeed “a colony of dermestids”. Break It Yourself by contrast feels like an attempt to communicate more directly and is his most affecting album yet.

“Eyeoneye”, for example, may refer to reionisation and defibrillation, but, rocking along on a Win-Butler-goes-Spector beat, is concerned with more visceral matters: “you’ve done the impossible/ took yourself apart/made yourself invulnerable/no on can touch your heart/ so… you break it yourself”. Similarly “Lazy Projector” extends a metaphysically cinematic metaphor but concludes, simply “I can’t see the sense in us breaking up at all”.

Elsewhere Bird lets a little air into his previously overly-studied exercises “Danse Caribe” seems borne on some blithe gulf stream breeze from Van’s “Cyprus Avenue” back to the rhythms of Trinidadian soca, while “Hole In Ocean” ascends to Vaughan Williams heights. But the album’s two highlights hit a perfectly judged pitch of heartbreak: “Lusitania”, which seems to tramp the dream prairies of early Grant Lee Buffalo, and best of all, “Sifters”, a lovely lullaby of departure in which “the moon plays the ocean like a violin”.

Stephen Troussé