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The Necks: “Mindset”

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I’m increasingly conscious that one of the main criteria for inclusion in this column appears to be a penchant for very long tracks. When writing about The Necks, a questing trio from Australia, it is especially easy to come up with a timetable rather than a review. A typical Necks album tends to consist of one subtly evolving improvisation, played out in a demarcated zone between jazz, minimalism and rock, that lasts for roughly an hour. Piano, drums and double bass manoeuvre around each other, engaged in a very long and intuitive game. Occasionally, the sound is augmented by extra percussion, a guitar, a discreet fizz of electronics. More often, the Necks’ simple and engrossing pieces are punctuated with a fearless use of silence. As soundtracks, they’re perfect for thoughtful, slightly uneasy rides on near-deserted public transport late at night Their latest album, however, is a little different. By normal Necks standards, "Mindset" is a masterpiece of brevity. Instead of containing the usual solitary epic, there are two 21-minute pieces – “Rum Jungle” and “Daylights” – designed to sit on either side of an LP: quaintly, this is their first actual vinyl record in a 25-year career. Plenty of the Necks’ previous albums, like the outstanding "Aether" (2001) and "Mosquito/See Through" (2004), have a spacious calm that verges on the sacred, or at least the usefully meditative. "Mindset", though, begins at a clip, with “Rum Jungle” immediately locking into a claustrophobic and busy groove that emphasises the trio’s unusually urgent mood. In contrast with "Silverwater", the Necks’ last release from 2009, there are no radical shifts or phases in “Rum Jungle”. Rather, it has a constant, looming momentum, propelled by the drummer Tony Buck’s frantic train rhythms and the rolling epiphanies provided by Chris Abrahams on piano. The Necks’ aesthetic always seems very far removed from the psychedelic or cosmic; there’s a measure and rigour to their music, even though it’s all reportedly improvised from scratch. Nevertheless, when Abrahams starts firing out Alice Coltrane-like flurries, the impact is just as transporting. “Daylights” – Side Two, I guess – initially seems to have more air and stealth than “Rum Jungle”; a return to the stately and familiar territory that has made the band something of a live phenomenon these past few years. A third of the way in, though, Abrahams’ diffident piano and the glassy electronic ambience is given new thrust by the arrival of a still-hyperactive Buck. From here, “Daylights” goes into a kind of edgy overdrive, accumulating density as it goes, and somewhat suggesting how an early ‘70s Miles Davis band – minus Miles Davis – might sound if they reconvened to record for the Warp label. Warp artists, of course, have been near to this musical space themselves; not least Tortoise, whose cerebral fusion of jazz with electronica, Krautrock, dub and various other avant-garde stratagems has certain affinities with The Necks. The Necks, though, sound a lot less self-conscious than the average post-rocker, with a looseness and feel that probably stems from a jazz background rather than one in indie or hardcore bands. They have the power to make it up as they go along, and embark on trajectories that feel organic, unforced and free - even when you know the trio must always have an eye on that most restrictive of instruments; the clock. Follow me on Twitter: @JohnRMulvey

I’m increasingly conscious that one of the main criteria for inclusion in this column appears to be a penchant for very long tracks. When writing about The Necks, a questing trio from Australia, it is especially easy to come up with a timetable rather than a review.

Of Montreal announce UK tour dates – ticket details

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Of Montreal have announced details of a UK tour to take place this year. The band, who will release their new studio album on 'Paralytic Stalks' on February 6, will play four dates across the UK as part of their European tour. The run will start at Manchester HMV Ritz on April 22 and finish up...

Of Montreal have announced details of a UK tour to take place this year.

The band, who will release their new studio album on ‘Paralytic Stalks’ on February 6, will play four dates across the UK as part of their European tour.

The run will start at Manchester HMV Ritz on April 22 and finish up at Brighton Concorde 2 on April 26, with a show at London Koko also scheduled in between on April 25.

Of Montreal will play:

Manchester HMV Ritz (April 22)

Leeds The Irish Centre (April 23)

London Koko (April 25)

Brighton Concorde 2 (April 26)

To check the availability of [url=http://www.seetickets.com/Tour/OF-MONTREAL]Of Montreal tickets[/url] and get all the latest listings, go to [url=http://www.nme.com/gigs]NME.COM/TICKETS[/url] now, or call [B]0871 230 1094[/B].

‘Paralytic Stalks’ will be Of Montreal‘s 11th studio album, and is set to be released in early 2012. It will be the follow up to their 2010 LP ‘False Priest’, which featured collaborations with R&B star Janelle Monae and Beyonce‘s sister Solange Knowles.

Last November, the band posted a new track from the LP called ‘Wintered Debts’ online – scroll down to the bottom of the page and click to listen.

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The Rolling Stones’ Keith Richards undergoes laser eye surgery

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The Rolling Stones' Keith Richards has undergone laser eye surgery to help save his failing vision, according to reports. The Daily Mirror claims that despite Richards' reputation for surviving years of rock'n'roll debauchery, the guitarist had the procedure before Christmas in London and had been...

The Rolling Stones‘ Keith Richards has undergone laser eye surgery to help save his failing vision, according to reports.

The Daily Mirror claims that despite Richards’ reputation for surviving years of rock’n’roll debauchery, the guitarist had the procedure before Christmas in London and had been forced to wear an eyepatch after having the operation.

A source close to the rocker said: “He’s music’s ultimate survivor but not even the seemingly immortal Keith Richards can stop the march of time.

“It was a harmless, quick procedure and he’s very happy with the results.”

Richards’ previous medical scrapes include a head injury he sustained after falling out of a tree while holidaying in Fiji. The Rolling Stones were forced to postpone their European tour after [url=http://www.nme.com/news/the-rolling-stones/23006]he was forced to undergo a brain operation[/url] as a result of the accident.

Last year, it was reported that Richards and Mick Jagger [url=http://www.nme.com/news/the-rolling-stones/60608]were set to discuss plans for the 50th anniversary of the first Rolling Stones gig[/url], which takes place on July 20, 2012. The pair are thought to have put aside their recent squabbles and are allegedly in talks with concert promoters regarding the possibility of a world tour.

Josh Homme, Cat’s Eyes, UNKLE to feature on Grinderman remix album

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'Grinderman 2 RMX' also features The National, Yeah Yeah Yeahs and A Place To Bury StrangersQueens of the Stone Age frontman Josh Homme, Cat's Eyes and UNKLE have all contributed remixes to a new Grinderman remix album. Released on March 12, 'Grinderman 2 RMX' is a "collection of remixes, reinterpretations and collaborations" based on the now defunct band's 2010 album 'Grinderman 2'. To celebrate the release, the band – who announced at an Australian festival in December 2011 that they were 'over' – are streaming a previously unreleased remix of 'Bellringer Blues' by Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ guitarist Nick Zinner, which you can listen to below. Of the remix, the band have said: "It shits all over the original!". Elsewhere on the record, Josh Homme has remixed 'Mickey Mouse & the Goodbye Man' while Cat’s Eyes' Faris Badwan and Rachel Zeffira have delivered their own version of 'When My Baby Comes' and 'Evil' has been re-imagined by Silver Alert (Grinderman's Jim Sclavunos) and The National's Matt Berninger. The 'Grinderman 2 RMX' tracklisting is: Grinderman/Fripp – 'Super Heathen Child' A Place to Bury Strangers – 'Worm Tamer' Nick Zinner – 'Bellringer Blues' UNKLE – 'Hyper Worm Tamer' Joshua Homme – 'Mickey Bloody Mouse' Cat’s Eyes with Luke Tristram – 'When My Baby Comes' Barry Adamson – 'Palaces Of Montezuma' Silver Alert (featuring Matt Berninger) – 'Evil' SixToes – 'When My Baby Comes') Andy Weatherall – 'Heathen Child' Factory Floor – 'Evil' Grinderman – 'First Evil' Listen to the previously unreleased remix of 'Bellringer Blues' by Yeah Yeah Yeahs' guitarist Nick Zinner below: Grinderman - Bellringer Blues (Nick Zinner Remix) by Mute UK

‘Grinderman 2 RMX’ also features The National, Yeah Yeah Yeahs and A Place To Bury StrangersQueens of the Stone Age frontman Josh Homme, Cat’s Eyes and UNKLE have all contributed remixes to a new Grinderman remix album.

Released on March 12, ‘Grinderman 2 RMX’ is a “collection of remixes, reinterpretations and collaborations” based on the now defunct band’s 2010 album ‘Grinderman 2’.

To celebrate the release, the band – who announced at an Australian festival in December 2011 that they were ‘over’ – are streaming a previously unreleased remix of ‘Bellringer Blues’ by Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ guitarist Nick Zinner, which you can listen to below. Of the remix, the band have said: “It shits all over the original!”.

Elsewhere on the record, Josh Homme has remixed ‘Mickey Mouse & the Goodbye Man’ while Cat’s Eyes‘ Faris Badwan and Rachel Zeffira have delivered their own version of ‘When My Baby Comes’ and ‘Evil’ has been re-imagined by Silver Alert (Grinderman‘s Jim Sclavunos) and The National‘s Matt Berninger.

The ‘Grinderman 2 RMX’ tracklisting is:

Grinderman/Fripp – ‘Super Heathen Child’

A Place to Bury Strangers – ‘Worm Tamer’

Nick Zinner – ‘Bellringer Blues’

UNKLE – ‘Hyper Worm Tamer’

Joshua Homme – ‘Mickey Bloody Mouse’

Cat’s Eyes with Luke Tristram – ‘When My Baby Comes’

Barry Adamson – ‘Palaces Of Montezuma’

Silver Alert (featuring Matt Berninger) – ‘Evil’

SixToes – ‘When My Baby Comes’)

Andy Weatherall – ‘Heathen Child’

Factory Floor – ‘Evil’

Grinderman – ‘First Evil’

Listen to the previously unreleased remix of ‘Bellringer Blues’ by Yeah Yeah Yeahs‘ guitarist Nick Zinner below:

Grinderman – Bellringer Blues (Nick Zinner Remix) by Mute UK

The First Uncut Playlist Of 2012

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As you might imagine, plenty of good new things on this week’s list, not least a completely unexpected (by me, at least) return to form from the Tindersticks. Quite a busy day ahead, but I’ll try and field your questions if I get a chance. For those of you waiting for the results of our 2011 albums poll, by the way, the math is nearly done, so I should be able to post a top 50 on Monday. Thanks, as ever. 1 Endless Boogie – Twenty Minute Jam Getting Out Of The City (No Quarter) 2 Various Artists – French Synth-Wave 1979/85 (Born Bad) 3 Spiritualized – Sweet Heart Sweet Light (Double Six) 4 Dirty Three – Toward The Low Sun (Bella Union) 5 Matthew Bourne – Montauk Variations (Leaf) 6 Various Artists – Wah-Wah Cowboys Volume Two (hissgoldenmessenger.blogspot.com) 7 Django Django – Django Django (Because) 8 John Talabot – Fin (Permanent Vacation) 9 WhoMadeWho – Brighter (Kompakt) 10 Jennifer Castle – Castlemusic (No Quarter) 11 Tindersticks – The Something Rain (Lucky Dog) 12 Howlin Rain – The Russian Wilds (American/Agitated) 13 Pulp – Separations (Fire) 14 Damon & Naomi With Ghost – Damon & Naomi With Ghost (Drag City) 15 Dolphins Into The Future – Canto Arquipélago (Underwater People) 16 The Left Banke – Desiree (Live December 2011) Follow me on Twitter: @JohnRMulvey

As you might imagine, plenty of good new things on this week’s list, not least a completely unexpected (by me, at least) return to form from the Tindersticks.

The Black Keys’ Patrick Carney: ‘I suck at the drums’

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The Black Keys's Patrick Carney has spoken out to say that he 'sucks' at playing his instrument The drummer with the blues rock duo also went on to say that he agrees with fans who post comments online and on social networking sites about how 'ugly' he is. In an interview with Rolling Stone magazin...

The Black Keys‘s Patrick Carney has spoken out to say that he ‘sucks’ at playing his instrument

The drummer with the blues rock duo also went on to say that he agrees with fans who post comments online and on social networking sites about how ‘ugly’ he is. In an interview with Rolling Stone magazine, Carney said: “I suck at the drums, so it’s terrifying… Just trying to keep it together.

“I see a lot of comments on Twitter and stuff about how ugly I am, how bad I am at the drums, how awkward I look, and I’m like, yeah, I agree with most of those things.”

Last month, The Black Keys announced plans for a third show at London’s Alexandra Palace. Taking place on February 11, the show will follow the band’s two sold out dates at the same North London venue on February 9-10.

It was also revealed that Arctic Monkeys will support The Black Keys on a full arena tour across the US and Canada later this year. They will open for the Ohio duo on 15 arena shows in March 2012. The dates kick off in Cincinnati on March 2 and run until March 23, when the two bands will play the Constant Convocation Center in Norfolk, Virginia.

The Black Keys released their seventh studio album ‘El Camino’ on December 5, 2011. As well as the three shows at Alexandra Palace, they will play sold out shows in Edinburgh and Manchester.

To check the availability of [url=http://www.seetickets.com/see/event.asp?artist=the+black+keys&filler1=see&filler3=id1nmestory]The Black Keys tickets[/url] and get all the latest listings, go to [url=http://www.nme.com/gigs]NME.COM/TICKETS[/url] now, or call 0871 230 1094.

U2-scored ‘Spider-Man’ musical breaks Broadway records

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The U2-scored Spider-Man: Turn Off The Dark musical has broken Broadway records to become the highest single-week grossing show of all time. The production, which is rumoured to be the most expensive musical in history with an estimated cost of $70 million (£48 million), was hit by a series of early setbacks including [url=http://www.nme.com/news/u2/54344]injuries to cast members[/url], financial problems and scathing reviews. But according to the Daily Telegraph, the show raked in almost $3 million (£1.9 million) over just nine shows and has now broken the previous single-week grossing record set by Wicked, which grossed $2.2 million (£1.4 million) over eight shows in 2011. In March of last year, [url=http://www.nme.com/news/u2/56215]the show's original director Julie Taymor was fired[/url] after the musical received extremely negative reviews from critics and was forced to close for three weeks. New director Philip William McKinley took over from Taymor and revamped the show, allowing it to re-open in June, but Taymor subsequently announced [url=http://www.nme.com/news/u2/60294]her intention to sue the show's producers[/url] for $1 million (£621,000) in damages, claiming that her creative rights had been violated and that she hasn't been paid appropriately for her work. In May, meanwhile, U2 singer Bono [url=http://www.nme.com/news/u2/56805]said he agreed with negative reviews of the show[/url] which described it as "among the worst" musicals ever made.

The U2-scored Spider-Man: Turn Off The Dark musical has broken Broadway records to become the highest single-week grossing show of all time.

The production, which is rumoured to be the most expensive musical in history with an estimated cost of $70 million (£48 million), was hit by a series of early setbacks including [url=http://www.nme.com/news/u2/54344]injuries to cast members[/url], financial problems and scathing reviews.

But according to the Daily Telegraph, the show raked in almost $3 million (£1.9 million) over just nine shows and has now broken the previous single-week grossing record set by Wicked, which grossed $2.2 million (£1.4 million) over eight shows in 2011.

In March of last year, [url=http://www.nme.com/news/u2/56215]the show’s original director Julie Taymor was fired[/url] after the musical received extremely negative reviews from critics and was forced to close for three weeks.

New director Philip William McKinley took over from Taymor and revamped the show, allowing it to re-open in June, but Taymor subsequently announced [url=http://www.nme.com/news/u2/60294]her intention to sue the show’s producers[/url] for $1 million (£621,000) in damages, claiming that her creative rights had been violated and that she hasn’t been paid appropriately for her work.

In May, meanwhile, U2 singer Bono [url=http://www.nme.com/news/u2/56805]said he agreed with negative reviews of the show[/url] which described it as “among the worst” musicals ever made.

Abbey Road opens doors to iconic studio used by The Beatles, Pink Floyd, Kate Bush

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London's Abbey Road Studios are set to welcome members of the public into the legendary Studio Two, which has been used by The Beatles, Pink Floyd and Kate Bush. Two tours and talks will take place on March 10 as part of the studio's 80th anniversary celebrations. Led by Brian Kehew and Kevin Ryan, authors of Recording The Beatles, the pair will deliver an audio visual presentation entitled 80 Years of Recording at Abbey Road Studios using archive photos, film and audio. It will cover recordings made in the studio by Sir Edward Elgar, The Shadows, Peter Sellers, Helen Shapiro, The Beatles, Pink Floyd, The Hollies, The Zombies and Kate Bush as well as film scores recorded in Studio Two, such as those for the movies Star Wars, Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings. Vintage equipment used in the recording of classic tracks and albums will also be on display. Tickets are on sale now and cost £75. There will be two presentations on March 10, one at 10am and another 3pm. To check the availability of [url=http://www.seetickets.com/see/event.asp?artist=abbey+road&filler1=see&filler3=id1nmestory]80 Years of Recording at Abbey Road Studios tickets[/url] and get all the latest listings, go to [url=http://www.nme.com/gigs]NME.COM/TICKETS[/url] now, or call 0871 230 1094.

London’s Abbey Road Studios are set to welcome members of the public into the legendary Studio Two, which has been used by The Beatles, Pink Floyd and Kate Bush.

Two tours and talks will take place on March 10 as part of the studio’s 80th anniversary celebrations. Led by Brian Kehew and Kevin Ryan, authors of Recording The Beatles, the pair will deliver an audio visual presentation entitled 80 Years of Recording at Abbey Road Studios using archive photos, film and audio.

It will cover recordings made in the studio by Sir Edward Elgar, The Shadows, Peter Sellers, Helen Shapiro, The Beatles, Pink Floyd, The Hollies, The Zombies and Kate Bush as well as film scores recorded in Studio Two, such as those for the movies Star Wars, Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings.

Vintage equipment used in the recording of classic tracks and albums will also be on display.

Tickets are on sale now and cost £75. There will be two presentations on March 10, one at 10am and another 3pm.

To check the availability of [url=http://www.seetickets.com/see/event.asp?artist=abbey+road&filler1=see&filler3=id1nmestory]80 Years of Recording at Abbey Road Studios tickets[/url] and get all the latest listings, go to [url=http://www.nme.com/gigs]NME.COM/TICKETS[/url] now, or call 0871 230 1094.

Howlin Rain: “The Russian Wilds”

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Strange times, I guess, when the third Howlin Rain album appears to have been delayed to some degree by the small business of Adele. But then, the fact that Ethan Miller’s band have fallen under the enigmatic and somewhat digressive tutelage of Rick Rubin means that, commercially speaking, there are more pressing matters than the construction of the dream 1970 throwback rock record. That, though, is what “The Russian Wilds” shoots for, and mostly succeeds at pulling off. Rubin doesn’t appear to have produced the album (that role remains with the excellent Tim Green). But it’s clear that someone from a more orthodox, mainstream background has worked hard at disciplining some of Miller’s waywardness. While his songs still sprawl in odd ways, stretching out way past radio-friendly parameters, they do seem fractionally more crafted, less lumbering and ungainly. And the larynx-shredding excesses of his vocals have been reined in, at least to a degree. Miller, one suspects, has been taking a few lessons in the four years since “Magnificent Fiend”. As a consequence, plenty of alarm bells will be ringing about the apparent taming of a once-underground rock band, albeit one whose psych-noise roots haven’t been much visible for a good few years; a band, moreover, that even their friends have frequently referred to as Stillwater. The opening “Self-Made Man” crystallises the situation: far from Comets On Fire, it sounds quite a lot like The Black Crowes. If you’re OK with that (and I am, mostly), there’s a lot to enjoy on “The Russian Wilds”; by the way, you can check out a pretty representative track, “Cherokee Werewolf”, on the free CD that comes with this month’s issue of Uncut with Creedence on the cover. There are some heavy blues jams (“Can’t Satisfy Me Now”), a slow-burn/rave-up successor to “Lord Have Mercy” (“Strange Thunder”), plenty more Humble Pie and Vanilla Fudge nods (down in large part to Joel Robinow’s keys) and, among the weighty breaks, a great salsa coda, of all things, stuck on the end of “Phantom In The Valley”. Maybe best of all is the guitar playing, with the ever-expansive Miller matched up against a new sparring partner, Isaiah Mitchell, from the fine stoner rock band Earthless (I can especially recommend their “Live At Roadburn”, incidentally). “Self-Made Man” bats on that way for eight minutes, and that’s fine, too. I guess we’re used to indie/underground bands tapping into the late ‘60s and early ‘70s rock tradition, but it’s hard to think of one in a while who’ve dug into that sound so assiduously, and with the plushness that more time and money can bring. As a result, “The Russian Wilds” sounds heroically out of time. Weirdest of all, the most-contemporary-sounding track is a lovely and faithful cover of The James Gang’s “Collage” - if only because the harmonic blend is not a million miles from the Fleet Foxes. Follow me on Twitter: @JohnRMulvey

Strange times, I guess, when the third Howlin Rain album appears to have been delayed to some degree by the small business of Adele. But then, the fact that Ethan Miller’s band have fallen under the enigmatic and somewhat digressive tutelage of Rick Rubin means that, commercially speaking, there are more pressing matters than the construction of the dream 1970 throwback rock record.

Patti Smith writes song about Amy Winehouse

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Patti Smith has revealed that she has written a song about the late Amy Winehouse. The punk icon based the track on a poem she had written about the London based soul singer after her death at the age of 27, last July. Smith told Uncut that the song will appear on her new album. She said: "The lit...

Patti Smith has revealed that she has written a song about the late Amy Winehouse.

The punk icon based the track on a poem she had written about the London based soul singer after her death at the age of 27, last July.

Smith told Uncut that the song will appear on her new album. She said: “The little song for Amy just blossomed in the studio.

“We were at [New York studio] Electric Lady doing a whole other song and I wrote Amy a little poem when she died and my bass player, Tony Shanahan, wrote a piece of music and the two matched perfectly.”

She added: “We wrote a very nice little song for Amy Winehouse, and I think a beautiful song for Maria Schneider, the actress who was a friend of mine in the ’70s. They just happened, like gifts.”

Schneider, who starred in Last Tango In Paris, died in February, 2011 at the age of 58.

Last year it was revealed that Patti Smith is set to adapt her best-selling book Just Kids for the big screen. The punk poet and songwriter will work with Oscar-nominated screenwriter John Logan on the screenplay, which they are writing on spec, rather than for a distributor, reported Deadline.com.

The book – which is based on Smith’s relationship with the late photographer Robert Mapplethorpe – won the 2010 National Book Award for Non-Fiction in the United States.

John Lydon: ‘If you want to know why PiL don’t have a record label, look at ‘X Factor”

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John Lydon has said that the reason Public Image Ltd struggled to find a record label is because of The X Factor. The frontman told NME that he and his band had found it hard to find a label they wanted to work with because the music industry is unwilling to take a risk on artists who "strive to b...

John Lydon has said that the reason Public Image Ltd struggled to find a record label is because of The X Factor.

The frontman told NME that he and his band had found it hard to find a label they wanted to work with because the music industry is unwilling to take a risk on artists who “strive to break barriers”.

With Public Image Ltd set to release their new studio album ‘This Is PiL’ this year, Lydon revealed that the band were now “very close” close to signing with a label but said that it had been hard to find one free from “shenanigans or dictatorships”.

Speaking about the impact the likes of TV talent shows like The X Factor and American Idol had had on the music business, he said: “[They’re] unimportant. And it’s a shame that the music industry has been taken over and dominated by them. Particularly American Idol… you know, the way they love to award themselves every year, those institutions.

“It’s all artists from that ilk, isn’t it? If you want to call them artists. Unfortunately there’s some fantastic singers that come out of that, but they’re karaoke.”

He went on to add: “It becomes like the way record companies used to operate. In fact, if you ever want to know why I’m not on a record label, look at The X Factor!

“Honestly, of all the people that strive to break barriers in music and do good things and write great lyrics, not one of them would ever pass the first round on any of these competitions.”

‘This Is PiL’, which is expected to be released in the first half of 2012, will be the band’s ninth studio album. Lydon previously claimed that [url=http://www.nme.com/news/public-image-ltd/60702]the band were forced to tour extensively to raise enough money to record the LP[/url], stating: “Everybody thinks I made such a fortune with the Sex Pistols. Well, unfortunately that is not true, to make this record we had to tour extensively for two years.”

In December, it was announced that Public Image Ltd would be [url=http://www.nme.com/news/public-image-ltd/61075]reissuing their entire back catalogue in 2012[/url].

Jack White and Third Man Records to appear on the History Channel

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Jack White and the studio for his label Third Man Records are set to appear on the History Channel in North America next week. The White Stripes' former frontman will appear on a show called American Pickers, which sees two men - Mike Wolfe and Frank Fritz – travel across the United States and "s...

Jack White and the studio for his label Third Man Records are set to appear on the History Channel in North America next week.

The White Stripes‘ former frontman will appear on a show called American Pickers, which sees two men – Mike Wolfe and Frank Fritz – travel across the United States and “scour the country’s junkyards, basements and barns for hidden gems”. For more information on the show visit: history.com/shows/american-pickers

In the episode Wolfe and Fritz visit White’s studio and label base in Nashville to barter with the star over memorabilia, including the photo booth used in the video for ‘Hang You From The Heavens’ by The Dead Weather, reports Pitchfork.

American Pickers will be broadcast at 9pm (EST) on January 9.

Since leaving The White Stripes, White has [url=http://www.nme.com/news/the-white-stripes/58954]collaborated with rappers the Insane Clown Posse[/url] and released a [url=http://www.nme.com/news/the-white-stripes/59691]remix album featuring Queens Of The Stone Age’s Josh Homme, Beck, and Mark Lanegan[/url] on Third Man Records.

Wah-Wah Cowboys Volume Two

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Happy new year, everyone. A bit of housekeeping first: if you haven’t posted your 2011 Top Tens on this thread, please do so asap – I’m going to start adding up the votes end of this week. My blogging became a little sketchy towards the back of 2011 and, while I’ll certainly be keeping my Twitter account busy, an inevitable new year’s resolution is to be more diligent in these parts. One casualty of my slackness was that I failed to write about “Poor Moon”; the best, I think, album thus far from Hiss Golden Messenger. “Poor Moon” snuck out at the end of the year on Paradise Of Bachelors, and will get a fuller release soon from Tompkins Square, I believe. If you fell for MC Taylor’s erudite, heartfelt manoeuvres in the interzone between folk and soul on “Bad Debt”, you should definitely check this one – not least because a bunch of “Bad Debt” songs reappear in richer, fleshed-out versions. Anyhow, I was prompted to mention this because, over the holidays, Taylor emailed me a link to a terrific playlist he’d put together, a sequel to his “Wah Wah Cowboys” comp from 2010 that became a real standby. It’s the work of a truly judicious cratedigger, I think; one with a passion to share great music that’s been unfairly neglected, rather than celebrating it solely for its obscurity. “Wah Wah Cowboys II” is, essentially, more of the same, and you can grab it from Taylor’s blog. Plenty here I’ve never heard before (the wonderful opening one-two of Mississippi Charles Bevel and Sand, for a start; Linda Martell; David Wiffen), plus some stuff of which I’m almost totally ignorant (JJ Cale) and very little I’m equivocal about (Jimmie Spheeris remains blighted for me by Midlake ripping him off so bloodlessly, I’m afraid). Great start to the year, I’d say but, as ever, let me know what you think.

Happy new year, everyone. A bit of housekeeping first: if you haven’t posted your 2011 Top Tens on this thread, please do so asap – I’m going to start adding up the votes end of this week.

Lost Radiohead track from the early 1990s surfaces online

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A 'lost' Radiohead track from the early 1990s has surfaced online. Scroll down to listen to it. The title of the track has been given as both 'Putting Ketchup In The Fridge' and 'How Do You Sit Still' by Ateaseweb.com. The Radiohead fan site wrote: "A track surfaced today with vocals sounding like Thom Yorke's together with a Radiohead sound that could’ve been recorded in the early nineties. Think 'Pablo Honey', 'The Bends'." Radiohead recently made two new tracks available to hear online -'The Daily Mail' and 'Staircase'. The tracks, which were recorded during the studio sessions for the band's latest album 'The King Of Limbs', were posted on the band's official YouTube account. They're also available to buy on music streaming service Deezer and Amazon.co.uk. Last month, [url=http://www.nme.com/news/radiohead/60513]two previously unreleased Radiohead demos were posted online[/url]. The songs, 'Everybody Knows' and 'Girl (In The Purple Dress)', were recorded when the band were still known as On A Friday and before guitarist Jonny Greenwood joined the band. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aspDN0iF8zg

A ‘lost’ Radiohead track from the early 1990s has surfaced online. Scroll down to listen to it.

The title of the track has been given as both ‘Putting Ketchup In The Fridge’ and ‘How Do You Sit Still’ by Ateaseweb.com. The Radiohead fan site wrote: “A track surfaced today with vocals sounding like Thom Yorke’s together with a Radiohead sound that could’ve been recorded in the early nineties. Think ‘Pablo Honey’, ‘The Bends’.”

Radiohead recently made two new tracks available to hear online -‘The Daily Mail’ and ‘Staircase’. The tracks, which were recorded during the studio sessions for the band’s latest album ‘The King Of Limbs’, were posted on the band’s official YouTube account. They’re also available to buy on music streaming service Deezer and Amazon.co.uk.

Last month, [url=http://www.nme.com/news/radiohead/60513]two previously unreleased Radiohead demos were posted online[/url]. The songs, ‘Everybody Knows’ and ‘Girl (In The Purple Dress)’, were recorded when the band were still known as On A Friday and before guitarist Jonny Greenwood joined the band.

Primal Scream’s Bobby Gillespie: ‘Rock music has become too conformist and normal’

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Primal Scream's Bobby Gillespie has said that modern rock music is "too conformist and normal". In an interview with The Irish Times, the singer claimed that bands were more interested in being famous than being creative, and had also become too absorbed in mainstream culture. "I bumped into Pau...

Primal Scream‘s Bobby Gillespie has said that modern rock music is “too conformist and normal”.

In an interview with The Irish Times, the singer claimed that bands were more interested in being famous than being creative, and had also become too absorbed in mainstream culture.

“I bumped into Paul Weller the other day and we went for a coffee and we were talking about this lack of ambition which seems prevalent in rock right now,” he said. “You read interviews with bands and it’s all about being rich and famous and being the biggest band in the world.

“There doesn’t seem to be a lot of artists out there any more. It seems to me that if you were a serious young person and you had something to say that you’d be looking at other disciplines,” he added. “In music, everything seems lightweight and conformist and not very artistic. Everybody seems to be settling for the status quo.”

Gillespie, who also suggested that bands who had arrived in the wake of The White Stripes and The Strokes had “given up trying to be experimental” and had “a real lack of content”, went on to say: “Rock music is no longer where creativity is and it’s no longer taken seriously by creative people.

“It’s been absorbed into the mainstream culture and has become too conformist and normal. There doesn’t appear to be many great minds at work in music right now.”

Last month, [a]Primal Scream[/a] played [url=http://www.nme.com/news/primal-scream/60350]a set voted for entirely by fans[/url] at London‘s Electric Brixton venue (November 10). The show marked one of bassist Mani’s final appearances with the band before he returns to play with The Stone Roses in 2012.

In October, meanwhile, [url=http://www.nme.com/news/primal-scream/59974]they hit out at The X Factor[/url] after their 1994 single ‘Rocks’ was performed by contestant Frankie Cocozza.

Primal Scream have recently said that they intend to record and release a new studio album next year and have “a lot of new music” written for the follow up to 2008’s ‘Beautiful Future’. You can watch an interview with the band from this summer’s Bestival by scrolling down to the bottom of the page and clicking.

Tim Burgess, Billy Bragg, Alan McGee remember Joe Strummer on 9th anniversary of his death

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Tim Burgess of The Charlatans, Billy Bragg and Creation Records founder Alan McGee have all paid tribute to Joe Strummer on the 9th anniversary of his death. The Clash frontman died on December 22, 2002 from an undiagnosed congenital heart defect. He was 50. Tim Burgess took to Twitter to link to...

Tim Burgess of The Charlatans, Billy Bragg and Creation Records founder Alan McGee have all paid tribute to Joe Strummer on the 9th anniversary of his death.

The Clash frontman died on December 22, 2002 from an undiagnosed congenital heart defect. He was 50.

Tim Burgess took to Twitter to link to The 101ers track ‘Keys To Your Heart’. The 101ers were Strummer’s band before The Clash. Burgess also wrote: “9 years since the untimely death of Joe Strummer… a true maverick & brilliant frontman.”

On Facebook, Billy Bragg wrote: “Today we remember our brother Joe Strummer, who died on this day in 2002. The music he made still resonates. As London burned this summer, his words came to mind “White youth, black youth, better find another solution. Why not phone up Robin Hood and ask him for some wealth distribution?””

Writing for the Huffington Post, Alan McGee said: “Long may you rock and roll, Joe Strummer. Forever missed and loved by Clash fans worldwide and he always will be. Long may you run…”. He added: “Apart from Elvis or Lennon, nobody has ever been that cool again in rock’n’roll.”

Strummer’s old Clash bandmate Mick Jones recently remembered him during an interview with Sabotage Times, saying: “Joe is with me all the time you know… I can feel him in so many ways, its something that’s with me a lot of the time.”

The Artist

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An unsentimental tribute to the silent era...It is very easy to become consumed by a cosy nostalgia for the silent era. We all know Gloria Swanson’s anguished protest as the ageing silent queen from Sunset Boulevard: “We didn’t need dialogue. We had faces!” We’ve seen Chaplin’s bow-legge...

An unsentimental tribute to the silent era…It is very easy to become consumed by a cosy nostalgia for the silent era. We all know Gloria Swanson’s anguished protest as the ageing silent queen from Sunset Boulevard: “We didn’t need dialogue. We had faces!” We’ve seen Chaplin’s bow-legged walk, Keaton’s stony-faced escape-artistry and Harold Lloyd dangling from the clock face.

In depicting the Hollywood of the late 1920s, French director Michel Hazanavicius risked lapsing into maudlin kitsch. To make a silent movie in 2011 seems, at first glance, a highly perverse endeavour. It could easily have turned into an excruciating exercise in which actors pulled faces, performed pratfalls and goofed for the camera. Memories of Mel Brooks’ misfiring Silent Movie, with its contemporary setting, and of the Two Ronnies’ recreations of silent films don’t inspire confidence. Hazanavicius’ own OSS spy movies were pastiches. But this is a film of extraordinary grace and elegance.

The plot is conventional. The writer-director offers us yet another variation on A Star Is Born. George Valentin (Jean Dujardin) is a movie star who hits hard times when the talkies arrive. Bérénice Bejo is the pretty young flapper who flourishes as he declines. So far, so familiar. But what makes The Artist immediately enrapturing is the sheer zest of Dujardin’s performance. Anyone who has seen Douglas Fairbanks leaping off balconies, on and off horses and conducting swordfights with multiple adversaries without ever losing his carefree quality will recognise Dujardin as an actor in a very similar mould. His ease of movement, his smile and his winning tendency toward self-deprecation make him completely plausible as a silent-movie idol. His irrepressible quality is matched by Bejo as Peppy Miller, the ambitious young chorus girl on the make. Both have wraparound smiles and can hoof it like old-time vaudeville performers.

Another of the film’s strong points is its unsentimental depiction of Hollywood. We have John Goodman as an unforgiving, cigar-chomping mastodon of a studio boss who judges even his most favoured actors by their box-office results. The moment Valentin fails to make enough money, he is cast out. The public, the studio boss tells him, wants “fresh meat”. Only his dog, a precocious Jack Russell, and his old butler (a morose James Cromwell) stay loyal as all his old friends melt away and his money evaporates. The world the film depicts when Valentin is on his uppers is reminiscent of that described in F Scott Fitzgerald’s Pat Hobby stories, about an alcoholic screenwriter who once knew the bigshots and had a house with a pool, but is now scrambling for any job he can get. Hazanavicius uses absurdity to undercut the sentimentality in his depiction of Valentin’s fall from grace. The most poignant moments always come laced with irony. A suicide attempt turns into one of the film’s most rousing (and comical) set-pieces.

“The more research you have done, the more you can play with it,” the director has commented of his exhaustive work in studying silent cinema and reading the many biographies of the stars who, like Valentin, fell from grace. Strangely, silent cinema – once a hugely powerful popular cultural form – has now fallen into the hands of the academics. Scholarly researchers pore over restorations of old silent classics or argue the merits of rediscovered films. Silent-movie compilations, once a mainstay of kids’ TV scheduling in the UK, have largely vanished. When they’re shown or discussed, it’s invariably on art shows on minority channels. If The Artist is the success that many are predicting, it may help to bring a neglected form back towards the mainstream.

Initially, the lack of spoken dialogue is discomfiting. Once you’ve adjusted to its storytelling conventions, though, you almost forget that this is a silent film. The gorgeous black-and-white cinematography by Guillaume Schiffman, the dramatic music and the sheer verve and pace of the storytelling are likely to disarm even the most critical of viewers. The Artist is an audience-pleasing comedy melodrama, as sure-footed throughout as Dujardin and Bejo in their dances together. Why did we ever doubt that images work better than words?
Geoffrey Macnab

The Black Keys – El Camino

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Ten years into the game, Patrick Carney and Dan Auerbach add funk and soul to their potent blues-rock brew, with triumphant results...Of all El Camino’s many achievements, the most easily overlooked might be the fact that it exists at all. Ten years and seven albums is, after all, an impressive di...

Ten years into the game, Patrick Carney and Dan Auerbach add funk and soul to their potent blues-rock brew, with triumphant results…Of all El Camino’s many achievements, the most easily overlooked might be the fact that it exists at all. Ten years and seven albums is, after all, an impressive distance to travel on the back of The Black Keys’ consciously primitive manifesto. It’s partly a matter of providence. By the time guitarist Dan Auerbach and drummer Patrick Carney rumbled out of Akron, Ohio in 2001, hell-bent on pursuing their particularly brutal brand of unadorned blues-rock thuggery, The White Stripes had already ensured we’d become acclimatised to primitive squalls of bad-weather blues.

Jack and Meg’s growing profile created a context for The Black Keys, yet they suffered somewhat by comparison. Where the Stripes were wont to add a pinch of Pop Art mischief, Auerbach and Carney’s approach was dourly puritan, and they initially seemed ill-equipped for the long haul. With the release of stodgy fourth album Magic Potion in 2006 their dedication to a single idea lost much of its lustre; the listener longed for some light relief and an awareness of other horizons. If that album now sounds like a salutary lesson in the perils of bowing to self-imposed rules rather than seeking to rewrite them, its follow up, 2008’s Attack & Release, moved The Black Keys into a whole new dimension. With flute, banjo and organ drifting into the picture, the results were subtle, spooky and expansive, less about the immediate interplay between rhythm and riff and more about creating a clinging, dream-like atmosphere that wove its way through an entire album.

The change had plenty to do with Danger Mouse, the genre-hopping Midas who produced Attack & Release and one song (the irrepressible “Tighten Up”) on follow-up Brothers (2010), and returns to the fold on El Camino. This time, however, everything has changed. The Black Keys smashed into mainstream consciousness with Brothers, a triple Grammy-winning, million-selling behemoth, making El Camino a record with much to live up to. Perhaps its most impressive achievement is that it never once sounds like it. Where Brothers was loose, spacey and more openly soulful, El Camino is, by comparison, a quick thrill: with 11 tracks in 38 minutes it is five songs and almost 20 minutes lighter than its predecessor. Returning to the bare-boned foundation of live electric guitar and drums, it goes directly for the jugular, the eclectic sprawl of Brothers giving way to a lean, hungry approximation of the best of the ’70s. The winking strut of glam merges with the strident urgency of The Clash, and the power of Zep and Sabbath bleeds into idiosyncratic stabs at urban funk, soul and early disco.

The album comes out of the traps snarling. “Lonely Boy” lets loose a great slavering wolfhound of a riff to torment the roller-rink keyboards, while Auerbach pities some poor disenfranchised soul (“Your Mama kept you but your Daddy left you”) who has, all the same, somehow snared him. The ascent into a genuinely anthemic chorus turns out to be a recurring theme. These are direct, accessible, ruthlessly hook-heavy songs. “Gold On the Ceiling”, with its wide-bottomed boogie, campy handclaps and high-pitched Flo & Eddie-style Halloween screams, is like The Sweet gone feral. “Run Right Back”, another stomping glam throwback, roughs up the “Spirit In The Sky” riff over deliciously distorted bass. Auerbach enhances the mood by mimicking Bolan, both vocally and lyrically: it requires no great leap to imagine lines like “Finest exterior/She’s so superior” gracing a vintage T.Rex song.

El Camino wears its influences firmly on its sleeve. “Dead And Gone” takes an upstanding Motown beat and slashes through it with a sharp, urgent guitar figure liberated from The Clash’s “London Calling”. “Hell Of A Season”, meanwhile, suggests someone has been copping an ear to “Police And Thieves” right down to the lurching reggae breakdown. Yet the payoff is immense. On these songs The Black Keys sound like a fully functioning, turbocharged rock’n’roll band. They also sound, for perhaps the first time, as though they’re having tremendous fun.

Naturally, there are times when the skies darken. “Little Black Submarines” is the album’s sole concession to the epic, and has clearly been given licence to let all hell break loose. It begins as a minor-key acoustic creep, Auerbach singing his sorrows down the line in his best wounded Robert Plant quaver. It taps along, picking up the merest hint of ghostly organ, before collapsing into a fearsomely overloaded landslide of drums and guitar. Towards the end, somewhere way off-mike, Carney emits a primal “Yay!” as the music sweeps over him. Thrilling. The closing “Mind Eraser” packs similar heat, kicking off with a meathook riff before settling into a churning mid-tempo groove. The results sound not a million miles away from their own “Psychotic Girl” retooled by Them Crooked Vultures.

At these moments The Black Keys punch as hard as they ever have, but just as often they’re slinking towards the dancefloor. El Camino moves away from the rootsy gospel-blues textures of recent records in favour of something sleeker and snappier. The soaring “Nova Baby” boasts a shimmering pop chorus that wouldn’t sound out of place wrapped around the tonsils of Danger Mouse’s old buddy Cee Lo Green. “Sister” is even better. A kissing cousin to the Stones’ “Miss You”, it traces the missing link between Ardent Studios and Studio 54, stopping off midway to unzip a strafing, Isley Brothers-inspired fuzz guitar solo. A similar spark runs through “Stop Stop”, a driving soul groove about a(nother) bad news woman who is “wound up like a weapon, you got an evil streak”.

You search for signs of weakness but struggle to find any – aside, perhaps, from the middling “Money Maker”. This is both a supremely confident record and a ridiculously enjoyable one. A decade into their career The Black Keys have not only outlasted their more celebrated peers but outstripped their own past achievements. El Camino feels like the dawn of greatness.

Graeme Thomson

The Rolling Stones – Some Girls 1978 Reissue

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Fired up by disco and punk, Jagger’s swagger returns, with a disc of unreleased songs...Wrongly or rightly, the allegations against the Stones came thick and fast in 1977. They’d lost their edge. They’d become gluttonised, lazy, too rich and bored to care. Some of them had the temerity to be in their mid-thirties (NME called them “The Strolling Bones”). The urgent sound of punk had made their jet-set rock seem passé. These accusations were nothing, however, compared to the charge hanging over Keith Richards – possession of heroin with intent to traffic – which left the black-toothed Prince of Darkness facing the possibility of life imprisonment in Canada. The Stones survived 1977 (and avoided lengthy porridge) by an unholy synthesis of fortitude, stoicism and chance, and Some Girls, the album they began recording in Paris that autumn, would see them reborn and vindicated as musicians. Jagger, in particular, wrote like a man possessed, galvanised not only by punk (England) but by disco (America) and a desire to shove the critics’ words down their throats. Look at the sleeve for “Miss You", the album’s lead-off single (and worldwide superhit): the Stones recline against a wall, glowering in PVC and leather, looking like the original punks, the ultimate dissident gang. Released in June 1978, Some Girls was a reminder of how dangerous a cornered animal can be when its freedom is on the line. It was like the Stones of old. It got rid of the coo-chi-coo ballads, timbales and ARP string ensembles (Black And Blue); it pissed anywhere; it was not concerned with your petty morals. The title track oozed arrogance, making wildly salacious generalisations about girls of various ethnicities and not giving a toss whom it offended. “Respectable” dismissed one woman as “The easiest lay on the White House lawn”, a putdown of gross audacity at a time when the international media was speculating on Jagger’s relationship with Margaret Trudeau, the Canadian prime minister’s wife. The Stones’ swagger was back. The guitars attacked in formation (Keith, Mick, Ronnie), amped-up with rat-pack electricity, more aggressive than any Stones album since Exile On Main St, a definite move back to uncouthness after years of Mick Taylor finesse. Yet, for all that, the slow songs – “Beast Of Burden”; their cover of The Temptations’ 1971 hit “Just My Imagination (Running Away With Me)” – were spacious and had time to breathe. There was a wry C&W number, “Far Away Eyes”, played for laughs but also meticulously arranged for Bakersfield authenticity. There were charismatic additions to the Stones’ sound: Sugar Blue’s harmonica (“Miss You”), Ronnie’s pedal steel, Keith’s metallically phased guitar on “Shattered”. And there was “Before They Make Me Run”, in which Keith philosophically contemplated his extraordinary lifestyle – dead friends, “medicine”, the loneliness of the long-distance rock star – before defiantly concluding: “I did all right”. As a self-absolution moment, it’s his equivalent of an “Only God Can Judge Me” tattoo. Above all, Some Girls teemed with the sights, sounds, distractions and energy of New York. “Miss You” allowed us a glimpse into Jagger’s socialite bubble – and like Keith, he sounded lonely at the top – with an awesome disco walking bassline that Bill Wyman had literally gone to nightclubs to research. “Shattered”, at the other end of the album, flashed through fast-moving images of NYC, this “cocktail party on the street”, this city full of rats, bedbugs, crooks and punkettes in plastic bags. It was the sort of sardonic reportage that Jagger used to excel at, and the waspishness extended to the album’s cover – a lingerie advert juxtaposing the Stones’ faces with famous actresses, some of whom threatened to sue – where, on the reverse, someone (Jagger himself?) had written bitchy, gossipy blurbs about the band-members. Keith was described as a mysterious Swedish recluse. Wyman was a chic, intelligent lesbian. Charlie Watts was looking for a husband who could meet “her rigorous specifications”. More than 40 songs were recorded at the Some Girls sessions, resulting in a legendary bounty of outtakes. A few of them, such as “All About You” and “Hang Fire”, were revived for Emotional Rescue (1980) and Tattoo You (1981), but most were consigned to the vaults. Now, following the success of the Exile reissue in 2010 (which featured a bonus disc of outtakes), Some Girls has been given the same treatment. Released in deluxe and super-deluxe editions (the latter comes with a DVD and a 100-page book), its bonus disc contains 12 rarities from 1978-9, widening the brief – as did Exile – to include tracks from the Emotional Rescue sessions in Paris and Nassau. Interestingly, the 42-minute disc has a different musical identity to either Some Girls or Emotional Rescue, being generally rootsier, and revealing among other things that country music, as much as punk or disco, was very much in the Stones’ thoughts during the late ’70s. “Do You Think I Really Care” is spirited, sprightly, a bit like “Dead Flowers”, with cute guitar licks and a rollicking Ian Stewart piano solo. “No Spare Parts” is sadder, slower, with Ronnie recreating his familiar Faces-era guitar fills. Then there’s “We Had It All”, Waylon Jennings’ heartbreaker about a terminated relationship, which the Stones considered for inclusion on Emotional Rescue. It’s sung by Keith – quietly, tenderly, and surely to Anita Pallenberg, from whom he separated in 1979. But C&W doesn’t monopolise proceedings. There’s some Chicago blues (“When You’re Gone”), Latin-flavoured romance (“Don’t Be A Stranger”) and stripped-down rock’n’roll (“Tallahassee Lassie”, “Keep Up Blues”), as well as the notorious “Claudine”, a rockabilly tune about a real-life French singer who fatally shot her boyfriend. It’s immediately obvious that Jagger, just as he did on the Exile out-takes, has overdubbed new vocals onto these songs; he probably felt he had no choice, since the tracks had either unfinished guide vocals or none at all. Some fans condemn this as jiggery-pokery and would rather hear vintage instrumentals. Others, mindful that we’re unlikely to see another Stones album, are grateful for these old-new hybrids. The proof is in the music; it sounds just great. David Cavanagh

Fired up by disco and punk, Jagger’s swagger returns, with a disc of unreleased songs…Wrongly or rightly, the allegations against the Stones came thick and fast in 1977. They’d lost their edge. They’d become gluttonised, lazy, too rich and bored to care. Some of them had the temerity to be in their mid-thirties (NME called them “The Strolling Bones”). The urgent sound of punk had made their jet-set rock seem passé. These accusations were nothing, however, compared to the charge hanging over Keith Richards – possession of heroin with intent to traffic – which left the black-toothed Prince of Darkness facing the possibility of life imprisonment in Canada.

The Stones survived 1977 (and avoided lengthy porridge) by an unholy synthesis of fortitude, stoicism and chance, and Some Girls, the album they began recording in Paris that autumn, would see them reborn and vindicated as musicians. Jagger, in particular, wrote like a man possessed, galvanised not only by punk (England) but by disco (America) and a desire to shove the critics’ words down their throats. Look at the sleeve for “Miss You“, the album’s lead-off single (and worldwide superhit): the Stones recline against a wall, glowering in PVC and leather, looking like the original punks, the ultimate dissident gang. Released in June 1978, Some Girls was a reminder of how dangerous a cornered animal can be when its freedom is on the line. It was like the Stones of old. It got rid of the coo-chi-coo ballads, timbales and ARP string ensembles (Black And Blue); it pissed anywhere; it was not concerned with your petty morals.

The title track oozed arrogance, making wildly salacious generalisations about girls of various ethnicities and not giving a toss whom it offended. “Respectable” dismissed one woman as “The easiest lay on the White House lawn”, a putdown of gross audacity at a time when the international media was speculating on Jagger’s relationship with Margaret Trudeau, the Canadian prime minister’s wife. The Stones’ swagger was back. The guitars attacked in formation (Keith, Mick, Ronnie), amped-up with rat-pack electricity, more aggressive than any Stones album since Exile On Main St, a definite move back to uncouthness after years of Mick Taylor finesse. Yet, for all that, the slow songs – “Beast Of Burden”; their cover of The Temptations’ 1971 hit “Just My Imagination (Running Away With Me)” – were spacious and had time to breathe.

There was a wry C&W number, “Far Away Eyes”, played for laughs but also meticulously arranged for Bakersfield authenticity. There were charismatic additions to the Stones’ sound: Sugar Blue’s harmonica (“Miss You”), Ronnie’s pedal steel, Keith’s metallically phased guitar on “Shattered”. And there was “Before They Make Me Run”, in which Keith philosophically contemplated his extraordinary lifestyle – dead friends, “medicine”, the loneliness of the long-distance rock star – before defiantly concluding: “I did all right”. As a self-absolution moment, it’s his equivalent of an “Only God Can Judge Me” tattoo. Above all, Some Girls teemed with the sights, sounds, distractions and energy of New York. “Miss You” allowed us a glimpse into Jagger’s socialite bubble – and like Keith, he sounded lonely at the top – with an awesome disco walking bassline that Bill Wyman had literally gone to nightclubs to research. “Shattered”, at the other end of the album, flashed through fast-moving images of NYC, this “cocktail party on the street”, this city full of rats, bedbugs, crooks and punkettes in plastic bags. It was the sort of sardonic reportage that Jagger used to excel at, and the waspishness extended to the album’s cover – a lingerie advert juxtaposing the Stones’ faces with famous actresses, some of whom threatened to sue – where, on the reverse, someone (Jagger himself?) had written bitchy, gossipy blurbs about the band-members. Keith was described as a mysterious Swedish recluse. Wyman was a chic, intelligent lesbian. Charlie Watts was looking for a husband who could meet “her rigorous specifications”.

More than 40 songs were recorded at the Some Girls sessions, resulting in a legendary bounty of outtakes. A few of them, such as “All About You” and “Hang Fire”, were revived for Emotional Rescue (1980) and Tattoo You (1981), but most were consigned to the vaults. Now, following the success of the Exile reissue in 2010 (which featured a bonus disc of outtakes), Some Girls has been given the same treatment. Released in deluxe and super-deluxe editions (the latter comes with a DVD and a 100-page book), its bonus disc contains 12 rarities from 1978-9, widening the brief – as did Exile – to include tracks from the Emotional Rescue sessions in Paris and Nassau. Interestingly, the 42-minute disc has a different musical identity to either Some Girls or Emotional Rescue, being generally rootsier, and revealing among other things that country music, as much as punk or disco, was very much in the Stones’ thoughts during the late ’70s. “Do You Think I Really Care” is spirited, sprightly, a bit like “Dead Flowers”, with cute guitar licks and a rollicking Ian Stewart piano solo. “No Spare Parts” is sadder, slower, with Ronnie recreating his familiar Faces-era guitar fills. Then there’s “We Had It All”, Waylon Jennings’ heartbreaker about a terminated relationship, which the Stones considered for inclusion on Emotional Rescue. It’s sung by Keith – quietly, tenderly, and surely to Anita Pallenberg, from whom he separated in 1979.

But C&W doesn’t monopolise proceedings. There’s some Chicago blues (“When You’re Gone”), Latin-flavoured romance (“Don’t Be A Stranger”) and stripped-down rock’n’roll (“Tallahassee Lassie”, “Keep Up Blues”), as well as the notorious “Claudine”, a rockabilly tune about a real-life French singer who fatally shot her boyfriend. It’s immediately obvious that Jagger, just as he did on the Exile out-takes, has overdubbed new vocals onto these songs; he probably felt he had no choice, since the tracks had either unfinished guide vocals or none at all. Some fans condemn this as jiggery-pokery and would rather hear vintage instrumentals. Others, mindful that we’re unlikely to see another Stones album, are grateful for these old-new hybrids. The proof is in the music; it sounds just great.

David Cavanagh

Amy Winehouse – Lioness: Hidden Treasures

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The final album, compiling offcuts into heartbreaking shape...This is, perhaps, the most gruelling album review I’ve ever had to write. It’s a record by a dead person who I met, and really liked, and fully expected to meet and like again. The Amy Winehouse I interviewed in late 2003 was an insanely charismatic and shamelessly frank 20-year-old who looked like a Jewish punk Jessica Rabbit and wore pink ballet shoes so worn her toes poked through. She was ribald and hilarious, old beyond her years, and seemed like the person least likely to join the Forever 27 club of any I had ever met. This strange and wonderful force of nature is alive and well on Lioness: Hidden Treasures, an offcuts album overseen by producers Mark Ronson and Salaam Remi. Almost nine years separate the earliest and latest recordings here, yet Winehouse’s deep love of classic black music, her caustic explorations of the cost of love and lust, and, most of all, the offhand savagery and soul of her rich, sensual voice tie these disparate recordings together well enough to make this a focused, satisfying third Amy album. Imagine if Billie Holiday had lived long enough to fall in love with reggae and you get some idea of the loveliness of opener “Our Day Will Come”. Produced by Remi in May 2002, this version of the Ruby & The Romantics doo-wop standard contains all the revivified retro elements Winehouse would perfect in her 2006-7 imperial phase: easy, joyous rocksteady rhythm, smoky jazz phrasing, girl-group harmonies, deep soul. Things get more Spectoresque on “Between The Cheats”, a 2008 Remi collaboration and the only tune here intended for a new Winehouse album. The wall of sound builds, Amy sings “I would die before I’d divorce you”, and then what sounds like (and Winehouse’s horizontal slurs are difficult to decipher throughout) “I’d take a thousand thumps for my love”. If Blake Fielder-Civil’s ears are burning already then he should keep fire extinguishers and ointment handy. Winehouse’s mastery of the cheating song is explored on “Wake Up Alone”, a slow, insistent strut of brushed drums and acoustic jazz guitar. “I drip for him tonight”, she purrs, from a familiar and lonely place where existential agony meets uncontrollable physical desire. These heights are matched by “Tears Dry”, the original ballad version of “Tears Dry On Their Own”, arranged by Remi in the sweet soul style of The Chi-Lites’ “Have You Seen Her?”; the exquisite Leon Russell cover “A Song For You”; and a take on “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow” which dares to rank with the definitive versions by The Shirelles and Carole King. Elsewhere, a mid-tempo cut of The Zutons’ “Valerie”, fun collaborations with rapper Nas (“Like Smoke”) and Roots drummer Ahmir ‘?uestlove’ Thompson (“Halftime”), a witty catfight song called “Best Friends”, and Amy’s final recording, the “Body & Soul” duet with Tony Bennett, all entertain and beguile, the latter disputing claims her voice was prematurely shot. The only bad move is a 2002 version of “The Girl From Ipanema” which exists only to prove that not even Amy Winehouse can make karaoke material and scat-jazz anything other than cringe-inducing. On the closing “A Song For You”, a ballad made famous by suicidal soul hero Donny Hathaway, a 2009-model Amy Winehouse sounds elegantly broken as she sings, “And when my life is over/Remember, remember, remember…” The next words are, “When we were together”, but it’s the repeated pleas to our memory that pull the emotions hither and thither, as great soul music should. The truly gruelling thing about Lioness is that most of it is so beautiful and effortless and easy, and no matter how much you want to look for ghoulish clues, it sounds like a great new record by someone spectacularly alive. But it isn’t. And that’s what breaks your heart. Garry Mulholland

The final album, compiling offcuts into heartbreaking shape…This is, perhaps, the most gruelling album review I’ve ever had to write. It’s a record by a dead person who I met, and really liked, and fully expected to meet and like again. The Amy Winehouse I interviewed in late 2003 was an insanely charismatic and shamelessly frank 20-year-old who looked like a Jewish punk Jessica Rabbit and wore pink ballet shoes so worn her toes poked through. She was ribald and hilarious, old beyond her years, and seemed like the person least likely to join the Forever 27 club of any I had ever met.

This strange and wonderful force of nature is alive and well on Lioness: Hidden Treasures, an offcuts album overseen by producers Mark Ronson and Salaam Remi. Almost nine years separate the earliest and latest recordings here, yet Winehouse’s deep love of classic black music, her caustic explorations of the cost of love and lust, and, most of all, the offhand savagery and soul of her rich, sensual voice tie these disparate recordings together well enough to make this a focused, satisfying third Amy album. Imagine if Billie Holiday had lived long enough to fall in love with reggae and you get some idea of the loveliness of opener “Our Day Will Come”. Produced by Remi in May 2002, this version of the Ruby & The Romantics doo-wop standard contains all the revivified retro elements Winehouse would perfect in her 2006-7 imperial phase: easy, joyous rocksteady rhythm, smoky jazz phrasing, girl-group harmonies, deep soul.

Things get more Spectoresque on “Between The Cheats”, a 2008 Remi collaboration and the only tune here intended for a new Winehouse album. The wall of sound builds, Amy sings “I would die before I’d divorce you”, and then what sounds like (and Winehouse’s horizontal slurs are difficult to decipher throughout) “I’d take a thousand thumps for my love”. If Blake Fielder-Civil’s ears are burning already then he should keep fire extinguishers and ointment handy. Winehouse’s mastery of the cheating song is explored on “Wake Up Alone”, a slow, insistent strut of brushed drums and acoustic jazz guitar. “I drip for him tonight”, she purrs, from a familiar and lonely place where existential agony meets uncontrollable physical desire.

These heights are matched by “Tears Dry”, the original ballad version of “Tears Dry On Their Own”, arranged by Remi in the sweet soul style of The Chi-Lites’ “Have You Seen Her?”; the exquisite Leon Russell cover “A Song For You”; and a take on “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow” which dares to rank with the definitive versions by The Shirelles and Carole King. Elsewhere, a mid-tempo cut of The Zutons’ “Valerie”, fun collaborations with rapper Nas (“Like Smoke”) and Roots drummer Ahmir ‘?uestlove’ Thompson (“Halftime”), a witty catfight song called “Best Friends”, and Amy’s final recording, the “Body & Soul” duet with Tony Bennett, all entertain and beguile, the latter disputing claims her voice was prematurely shot. The only bad move is a 2002 version of “The Girl From Ipanema” which exists only to prove that not even Amy Winehouse can make karaoke material and scat-jazz anything other than cringe-inducing.

On the closing “A Song For You”, a ballad made famous by suicidal soul hero Donny Hathaway, a 2009-model Amy Winehouse sounds elegantly broken as she sings, “And when my life is over/Remember, remember, remember…” The next words are, “When we were together”, but it’s the repeated pleas to our memory that pull the emotions hither and thither, as great soul music should. The truly gruelling thing about Lioness is that most of it is so beautiful and effortless and easy, and no matter how much you want to look for ghoulish clues, it sounds like a great new record by someone spectacularly alive.

But it isn’t. And that’s what breaks your heart.

Garry Mulholland