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Rickie Lee Jones – Balm In Gilead

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In recent years, the one-time beat poet Rickie Lee Jones seems to have been maturing into a kind of 21st century prophetess, calling for revolution on 2003's Evening Of My Day and setting the words of Christ to song on 2006's Sermon On The Exposition. Balm In Gilead, though, takes a more intimate, affecting turn, including a song for her daughter's 21st birthday ("Wild Girl"), a version of a song written by her father ("The Moon Is Made Of Gold") and, in "Remember Me" and "Bonfires" a couple of the most desolately heartbreaking songs she's ever sung. 30 years on from "Chuck E.", it's a stunning testament to the vitality of her vagabond muse. Stephen Troussé Pic credit: Andy Willsher

In recent years, the one-time beat poet Rickie Lee Jones seems to have been maturing into a kind of 21st century prophetess, calling for revolution on 2003’s Evening Of My Day and setting the words of Christ to song on 2006’s Sermon On The Exposition.

Balm In Gilead, though, takes a more intimate, affecting turn, including a song for her daughter’s 21st birthday (“Wild Girl”), a version of a song written by her father (“The Moon Is Made Of Gold”) and, in “Remember Me” and “Bonfires” a couple of the most desolately heartbreaking songs she’s ever sung. 30 years on from “Chuck E.”, it’s a stunning testament to the vitality of her vagabond muse.

Stephen Troussé

Pic credit: Andy Willsher

Where The Wild Things Are

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WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE DIRECTED BY Spike Jonze STARRING Max Records, James Gandolfini, Catherine Keener SYNOPSIS A 9-year-old boy named Max lives with his sister and their divorced mother. After a family row, Max runs away and finds himself in the land of the Wild Things. Despite being giant,...
  • WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE
  • DIRECTED BY Spike Jonze

    STARRING Max Records, James Gandolfini, Catherine Keener

  • SYNOPSIS

    A 9-year-old boy named Max lives with his sister and their divorced mother. After a family row, Max runs away and finds himself in the land of the Wild Things. Despite being giant, scary beasts, they adopt Max as their king. Let the wild rumpus begin!

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Spike Jonze is the former video director who, for his first movie, was called upon to make sense of Charlie Kaufman‘s mindblowing screenplay for Being John Malkovich, where a puppeteer discovered a dimensional portal in a movie star’s head.

He worked with Kaufman again on the equally dazzling Adaptation – about a screenwriter’s struggles to adapt a best-seller. With both these films, Jonze and Kaufman found themselves duly celebrated as pioneers of a new wave of postmodern, meta-everything cinema.

But, for his new film, Jonze has collaborated with lit-hipster Dave Eggars, the author of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius – a novel that shared many of the witty, self-conscious, postmodern quirks of Kaufman’s screenplays. You could be forgiven then, for imagining that together these two would gleefully concoct some kind of previously unmatched down-the-rabbit-hole lunacy.

But, in fact, nothing could be further than truth. They’ve chosen, instead, to adapt a 10-page children’s book, Where The Wild Things Are, by author Maurice Sendak. Published in 1963, it’s the story of a small boy called Max who, in his imagination, travels to a distant land inhabited by ferocious monsters – the Wild Things – and he becomes their king.

But as strange as the idea of Spike Jonze adapting a children’s book might seem, you can certainly see links to his other work – particularly the phantasmagorical cinematic universes of …Malkovich and Adaptation, his creation of other worlds and alternative realities. (Indeed, this isn’t Jonze’s first attempt to film a children’s book. In 1995, four years before he made …Malkovitch, Jonze was attached to direct a live action version of Harold And The Purple Crayon, about a boy who lives in a world of his own imagining; whatever he draws becomes his reality. You could perhaps argue that Jonze himself is Harold – a filmmaker who’s had the relative luxury of being able to fully explore his creativity without interference.)

By necessity, Jonze and Eggers have considerably expanded Sendak’s story. In their version, Max (the brilliantly named Max Records) is a 9-year-old boy who’s home life is chaotic – his parents are divorced and his elder sister has abandoned him for more adolescent preoccupations. Max feels neglected.

In a framing device at the start of the film, we see him dressed in a wolf suit, chasing the family dog with a fork around the house. He trashes his sister’s room as revenge after a snowball fight gets out of hand. He disrupts a family dinner at which his mother’s boyfriend is the guest. A row erupts, during which Max bites his mother (Catherine Keener), and runs off into the night. Fighting his way through waste ground at the end of his road, he finds himself unexpectedly at the coast where a boat awaits. It’s then he sets sail for the island of the Wild Things and his adventures begin.

Jonze and Eggars have also loaded their movie with plenty of symbolism and themes that might seem remarkably unsuited to a pre-teen audience. Once he reaches the island, we begin to see allusions to Max’s home life. The Wild Things, particularly, represent members of his own family, or aspects of his own personality. These Wild Things – aside from the occasional rumpus – are sensitive, melancholic creatures with issues of self-esteem. “I have a sadness shield that keeps out all the sadness,” Max explains. “We forgot what it was like to have fun,” explains Carol (voiced by James Gandolfini) – a shy but smart behemoth of a Wild Thing who’s prone to destructive outbursts of jealousy and rage. Rather like Max himself, you might think.

Elsewhere, little details that have appeared in the “real” world are replicated here – Max’s make-shift bedroom fort becomes a reality on the Wild Things island, a mud-fight which ends in tears echoes the snowball fight earlier in the film, and comments levied at Max by his mother (“This is not acceptable behaviour, you’re out of control,”) are repeated almost word for word by Max himself. In fact, much of Where The Wild Things Are is about a boy learning to assert control of his own emotions.

Evidently, the tone and feel of the film is some distance from traditional kid’s movie fare. Jonze has mentioned that among the inspirations for the film’s dialogue were John Cassavetes’ movies – and perhaps this accounts for some of the uncomfortable emotional intensity in the film’s opening sequence back home. On the Wild Things island, Jonze and regular cinematographer Lance Accord shift into an expressionistic, dream-like tone, as if trying to replica/te the subconscious world of Max’s imagination. It’s a bit shoegazey.

The narrative moves in fits and starts, rather like the wandering attention span of a 9-year-old boy. One minute, he’s deeply focussed on building a fort, the next he gets distracted by two talking owls. Some sequences, of the Wild Things racing through forests while light streams through the canopy above and sun spots flare on the camera lens, might even resemble a Terrence Malick film. With monsters. Other signs that this is not for kids include a rambunctious and freewheeling soundtrack by a former girlfriend of Jonze, Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ singer Karen O.

Certainly, you could be forgiven for asking whether this is even a film for children; rather, I think, it’s a film that evokes the trauma, exhilaration and frustrated mixed-up emotions of being a child. Catherine Keener – who appeared in Being John Malkovich and Where The Wild Things Are – recently told The New York Times a story about her 10 year-old son, who asked her why Jonze didn’t live with his folks; apparently the boy didn’t realise Jonze was an adult. In some respects, Jonze is the geek who never grew up: and with Where The Wild Things Are, he reminds us that the simple pleasure of childhood is running around and screaming with abandon.

MICHAEL BONNER

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Pearl Jam to headline next Hard Rock Calling festival

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Pearl Jam are the first headliners to be announced for next June's Hard Rock Calling festival in London's Hyde Park. Eddie Vedder and co. will play the park on June 25, the first of three nights for Hard Rock Calling. The other two headliners and full supporting bill are still to be unveiled. Bruc...

Pearl Jam are the first headliners to be announced for next June’s Hard Rock Calling festival in London’s Hyde Park.

Eddie Vedder and co. will play the park on June 25, the first of three nights for Hard Rock Calling. The other two headliners and full supporting bill are still to be unveiled.

Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band, Neil Young and The Killers topped the bill at the 2009 event.

Tickets for the 2010 event go on pre-sale on Thursday (December 10) at 9am, and on general sale from Friday (December 11) from hardrockcalling.co.uk

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Weezer cancel US tour after Rivers Cuomo hurt in road accident

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Weezer front man Rivers Cuomo, has suffered minor injuries, after the band's tour bus crashed in New York on Sunday (December 6). Weezer's US tour promoting new album Ratitude has now been cancelled, after the bus slid on ice and fell into a roadside ditch, travelling between Toronto and Boston. T...

Weezer front man Rivers Cuomo, has suffered minor injuries, after the band’s tour bus crashed in New York on Sunday (December 6).

Weezer‘s US tour promoting new album Ratitude has now been cancelled, after the bus slid on ice and fell into a roadside ditch, travelling between Toronto and Boston.

The band’s website states: “While the bus did indeed go off the road, plunging about 8-10 vertical feet into a muddy ravine off to the right of the Thruway thus coming to a very abrupt stop, it did not flip or roll.”

Cuomo is thought to have suspected cracked ribs.

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The Limits Of Control

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THE LIMITS OF CONTROL Directed by Jim Jarmusch Starring Isaach De Bankolé, Tilda Swinton *** Near the start of Jim Jarmusch’s understated study of impermanence, the Lone Man (Isaach De Bankolé) encounters the Blonde (Tilda Swinton). The Lone Man is a creature of routine, and sits at his usu...
  • THE LIMITS OF CONTROL
  • Directed by Jim Jarmusch
  • Starring Isaach De Bankolé, Tilda Swinton

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Near the start of Jim Jarmusch’s understated study of impermanence, the Lone Man (Isaach De Bankolé) encounters the Blonde (Tilda Swinton). The Lone Man is a creature of routine, and sits at his usual table, drinking two espressos. He listens while The Blonde (in white wig and cowboy hat) talks airily about cinema. “The best films are like dreams you’re never sure you’ve really had,” she says. And, “Sometimes I like it in films when people just sit there not saying anything.”

So, yes, there is a lot of dreaminess, and a lot of silent sitting in The Limits of Control. Roughly speaking, it is about a hitman awaiting further instruction, and receiving it in coded messages from various oddballs (John Hurt’s Guitar, Gael Garcia Bernal’s Mexican), while resisting the temptations of Paz de la Huerta’s Nude (whose role consists of being naked and discussing Schubert).

Plot isn’t in it. This is an essay in style, in which a great American director is transplanted to Southern Spain. The effect is akin to Pulp Fiction remade by Yasujiro Ozu. (Though, truly, Tarantino is like Jarmusch, gorging on space dust.)

ALASTAIR McKAY

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Jack Rose 1971-2009

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Awful news over the weekend: the wonderful guitarist, Jack Rose, died of a heart attack on Saturday. Of all the adventurous new American primitives who’ve emerged in the past decade, it’d be just to call Rose the most talented of them all; a warm, intuitive and truly inspired player who dissolved the lines between traditional and experimental music. The easy reference for Rose’s playing was always John Fahey, as it has been for so many of his contemporaries. Unlike a good few of them, however, Rose’s knowledge extended far beyond the Takoma School, deep into the hinterlands of American roots music. He didn’t learn this music entirely second-hand, from the likes of Fahey; he had a historian’s passion and understanding for pre-war American music, and could re-invigorate it with a spirit that never seemed hokey or nostalgic. Rose also, though, had a real gift for the drones and shifting textures of the avant-garde. When he combined this frequently ominous science with the downhome feel of his playing, the results were often extraordinary; not least in his earlier records as part of Pelt. The last time I wrote about him here, around the time of his great jam with The Black Twig Pickers, I quoted something I’d read from him in a copy of Yeti. “We’re not dabbling with folk forms trying to make them contemporary or psychedelic,” he said. “We can actually play our instruments without the ‘free folk’ label, which I think lots of other musicians use to cover up their lack of musical skill. Plus, we swing like a motherfucker.” As I write, I’m playing Rose’s last album, “Luck In The Valley”, his first for Thrill Jockey and due out early next year, which palpably bears this out. Although it could be a form of mourning to think of it this way, it really does sound like as good a record as he ever made, right up there with “Kensington Blues” and “Raag Manifestos”: an effortless combination of rattly, shitkicking old-time sessions (often in the company of the Black Twig Pickers again), interspersed with fluid, concentrated and staggeringly beautiful solo pieces. Our condolences, obviously, go out to his family and friends. As a lover of his music, it’s a terrible loss; for those close to him, the impact must be incalculably greater

Awful news over the weekend: the wonderful guitarist, Jack Rose, died of a heart attack on Saturday. Of all the adventurous new American primitives who’ve emerged in the past decade, it’d be just to call Rose the most talented of them all; a warm, intuitive and truly inspired player who dissolved the lines between traditional and experimental music.

New York Rock n Roll Hall Of Fame Annex To Close

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The Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame's New York annex, which has showcased rare items from artists such as The Beatles, Michael Jackson and The Rolling Stones, is to close its doors next month (Jan 3, 2010), just a year after it first opened in the Big Apple. A statement on the venue's official website...

The Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame‘s New York annex, which has showcased rare items from artists such as The Beatles, Michael Jackson and The Rolling Stones, is to close its doors next month (Jan 3, 2010), just a year after it first opened in the Big Apple.

A statement on the venue’s official website rockannex.com added: “The Rock Annex is exploring opportunities for a tour that would bring exclusive artifacts to music fans and rock enthusiasts around the world.

“Fans have just one more month to experience the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Annex NYC, showcasing rare artifacts from legendary artists including Springsteen, The Beatles, Bob Dylan, The Rolling Stones, Michael Jackson and its featured exhibit, ‘John Lennon: The New York City Years’.”

The John Lennon exhibition included many artifacts from his life in New York, including a paper bag containing the bloody clothes from the night he was shot dead, photographs, musical instruments, handwritten lyrics and artwork.

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Ask Yardbird Jeff Beck your questions!

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As Jeff Beck prepares for a couple of super-concerts with his old sparring partner, Eric Clapton, at London's O2 Arena, Beck will appear in Uncut as part of our regular "Audience With" feature. So, is there anything you've always wanted to ask the guitar hero? Did he really audition for The Rolling Stones? What are his memories of playing with The Yardbirds? And how on earth did he end up appearing in Twins with Arnold Schwarzenegger? Send your questions to us by Friday, December 11 to uncutaudiencewith@ipcmedia.com The best questions, and Beck's answers will be published in a future edition of Uncut magazine. Please include your name and location with your question! Latest music and film news on Uncut.co.uk

As Jeff Beck prepares for a couple of super-concerts with his old sparring partner, Eric Clapton, at London’s O2 Arena, Beck will appear in Uncut as part of our regular “Audience With” feature.

So, is there anything you’ve always wanted to ask the guitar hero?

Did he really audition for The Rolling Stones?

What are his memories of playing with The Yardbirds?

And how on earth did he end up appearing in Twins with Arnold Schwarzenegger?

Send your questions to us by Friday, December 11 to uncutaudiencewith@ipcmedia.com

The best questions, and Beck’s answers will be published in a future edition of Uncut magazine. Please include your name and location with your question!

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Deer Tick, Megafaun: Club Uncut, London Borderline, December 1 2009

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Because, as I have just had pointed out to me, I have foolishly mistakenly read their name as MegaFUN, when the three members of MegaFAUN hove into view, led by a large bearded man with a banjo and a big grin, I somewhat feared they would prove to be relentlessly hearty, the distressing musical equivalent of bouncy castles, red noses, playground japes, a particularly unwelcome wackiness. The kind of jollity, in other words, that makes you want to run screaming from its larkish presence. Such bleak preconceptions are thankfully put to rest almost immediately, with the opening song, “Kaufmann’s Ballad”, banjo-led, but hardly the gurning knees-up I had for a moment expected. Gorgeous three-part harmonies are quickly to the fore, inevitably bringing to mind vintage CSN and, more latterly, I suppose, Fleet Foxes. The song unfolds at a singular pace, its momentum at times apparently suspended, unhurried to the point of walking backwards. What follows is pretty much equally captivating, a beguiling melange of usually unexpected things. The overriding impression, though, crudely put, is a mix of the rustic and vaguely experimental, resulting in a kind of hillbilly prog rock on a song called “Impressions Of the Past”, which starts with creamy, sun-kissed harmonies and ends up sounding like something not too far removed from Alice Cooper’s prog-epic, “Halo Of Flies”. They used to be, of course, in a previous incarnation, called De Yarmond Edison, which consisted of the present trio, plus Bon Iver’s Justin Vernon. With Vernon’s departure in 2006, they relocated from their native Wisconsin to North Carolina, immersing themselves along the way in the myriad musical traditions you can hear in their music tonight. These range from Appalachian porch-front harmonies, to white-noise improvisations, by way of stupendous drummer Joe Westerlund’s fondness for skittering African and South American rhythms. If Megafun briefly confound, you know where you are from the off with Deer Tick. As the band plug in, what can safely be predicted from the appearance alone of John Jospeh MCauley III - who with his tattoos, George Thoroughgood & The Destroyers T-shirt looks like he’s just wandered off the set of My Name Is Earl - is that a certain rock’n’roll rowdiness is about to ensue. And it does, spectacularly. There’s a bit of instrumental throat-clearing, feedback, drum rolls, McCauley takes a quick gulp from a small bottle of Jack Daniel’s and they’re off into a scalding take on Bo Diddley’s immortal “Who Do You Love?”, a perfect point of departure, things taking off from here, what follows mostly breathlessly exciting, noisy and raw. In his recent Uncut Americana Album Of the Month review of the band’s new album, Born On Flag Day, Rob Hughes several times compared Deer Tick to Green On Red. Rob had a point, in that a lot of McCauley’s songs look at the world and the things that happen in it from the aspect of life’s long-suffering losers, bar-dogs and whiskey-soaked dreamers. Tonight’s more immediate reference points, though, are perhaps those legends of American roots rock, The Blasters, with powerful hints, too, of the reckless abandon of The Replacements. McCauley’s songs have something in common with both Dave Alvin’s stripped-down blue-collar narratives and Paul Westerberg’s hoarse lyricism, wry fatalism and defiant holler, while the band make a noise comparable to The Blasters’ lean rockabilly ferocity and The Replacements’ raging howl. On a couple of occasions, when things get really out of hand, I’m also thrillingly reminded of the unfettered gusto of a rock’n’roll hellion like Joe “King” Carrasco, who mixed similar elements of 60’s garage rock, Chuck Berry, Texas twang, vintage R&B, cantina blues and a taste for colourful mayhem. On more reflective numbers like “Hell On Earth”, you may also hear a bit of Joe Ely or Butch Hancock, which makes you think Deer Tick must’ve grown up in Lubbock, or somewhere like it, when in fact they originally from Providence, Rhode Island. Of the songs from Born On Flag Day they play tonight, the stand-out is the album’s killer opening track, “Easy”, an absolute stone classic they should never be allowed to drop from their repertoire, however many more great songs they go on to write. The last couple of minutes are so electrifying it may have struck you that its hurtling momentum might only be stopped by a road block or machine gun fire, probably both, with air support very likely a necessary option. They end with another roaring cover, this time a stupendous version of The Replacements’ “Can’t Hardly Wait”, which in terms of wishing them a speedy return is just about how I feel. Tremendous, and then some.

Because, as I have just had pointed out to me, I have foolishly mistakenly read their name as MegaFUN, when the three members of MegaFAUN hove into view, led by a large bearded man with a banjo and a big grin, I somewhat feared they would prove to be relentlessly hearty, the distressing musical equivalent of bouncy castles, red noses, playground japes, a particularly unwelcome wackiness. The kind of jollity, in other words, that makes you want to run screaming from its larkish presence.

Watch: A New Leonard Cohen Song

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A bit caught up today, not least with having to write the Wild Mercury Sound column for the next issue of Uncut. But in the meantime, here's something pretty great we found yesterday: Leonard Cohen working through a new song, "The Darkness", at an outdoor soundcheck in Venice. Reminds me, after a couple of listens, of a more sinister "Tower Of Song". As with the UK shows last year, the band sound superb. The bells of St Mark's are a nice touch, too... [youtube]Qr7jptm02N4[/youtube]

A bit caught up today, not least with having to write the Wild Mercury Sound column for the next issue of Uncut. But in the meantime, here’s something pretty great we found yesterday: Leonard Cohen working through a new song, “The Darkness”, at an outdoor soundcheck in Venice.

Hot Chip: “One Life Stand”

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Just had a quick read of the blog on Hot Chip’s “Made In The Dark”, to make sure I don’t repeat too many points on this one about “One Life Stand”; endless stuff about the paralysing insidiousness of many of their songs, and so on. It did remind me, though, of how little I’ve actually played that album in the interim – maybe the most accurate thing in there is the line, “I must admit that, right now, this grittier strategy isn’t working for me quite as well as the softer touch of 'The Warning'." And it served to show up the differences between “Made In The Dark” and this immediately terrific follow-up. Where Hot Chip’s third album often sought to be a bit rougher, less cute, “One Life Stand” is generally clean, sleek and poignant even at its most exhilarating. The self-conscious quirks now seem to have matured into mellower English eccentricities, but the cosmopolitan understanding of dance music has never been stronger, from the elegantly pounding “Thieves In The Night” onwards. “Thieves In The Night” also serves as a useful reminder of how different Hot Chip are from the flurry of electro revivalists who’ve emerged, often quite successfully, in the past year or so. Unlike most of those artists, Hot Chip could never have existed in, say, 1984: this is music that’s fundamentally rooted in the evolving techno and house music of the past two decades. Listening to “I Feel Better”, mind, it might just have existed in 1988, since its string stabs make it a dead ringer for Kevin Saunderson/Inner City’s “Good Life”, albeit a sage and austere version of “Good Life”, with some very 21st Century mucking about on Autotune on Alexis Taylor and Joe Goddard’s vocals. Along with “Hand Me Down Your Love”, “Thieves In The Night” and “I Feel Better” make for a memorably superb opening sequence to “One Life Stand”, climaxing in the title track. Perhaps the strongest Hot Chip track since “Over And Over”, it’s a masterclass in the band’s key skills: meticulous, pulsating contemporary dance music, with a vulnerable and catchy gem of a song at its core. This one appears to be a touching paean to monogamy from Taylor, features the odd ripple of steel drums (a recurrent detail on the album) and some strenuous beats from Charles Hayward of This Heat. As the chorus hoves into view for the first time, there’s a superb melodic swerve, prompted by a ghostly, repeated Goddard call of “Keep on” and some stringy, Chic-style rhythm guitar. Great song. The middle of the album (a tighter and more economic package than “Made In The Dark”) is gradually mellower, with the self-explanatory “Slush” at its core. Initially, Taylor’s Sunday School hymnal seems a little too wet, but there’s an epiphany towards the end, when the steel drums move the song into a hazy, revelatory coda that just conceivably points up the band’s affinity with Robert Wyatt (if memory serves, Taylor wrote the press biog for Domino that accompanied “Comicopera”). A certain noble profligacy with great tunes recurs again and again: “Alleycat” starts nicely enough, before eventually switching to a gorgeous immersive melodic battle between Goddard and Taylor. And the classy musical touches are just as pronounced: the tenderly pumping “We Have Love”, minus vocals, could conceivably sit on one of Kompakt’s “Pop Ambient” comps, perhaps. As “Take It In” keeps yet another gorgeous vocal melody cycling round and round, the thought even occurs that this might be Hot Chip’s best album. See if we’re still playing this one in two years, I suppose.

Just had a quick read of the blog on Hot Chip’s “Made In The Dark”, to make sure I don’t repeat too many points on this one about “One Life Stand”; endless stuff about the paralysing insidiousness of many of their songs, and so on.

The 44th Uncut Playlist Of 2009

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More 2010 goodness this week, kicking off with the fierce new jams from Voice Of The Seven Woods, newly renamed. A glut of stoner spacerock here, actually, with the new White Hills album and a real find, Carlton Melton (thanks, Simon), who record in a geodesic dome in Mendocino County. Retribution Gospel Choir is Alan Sparhawk from Low, by the way. Liking the fresh Jack Rose and this new guy on Warp, Gonjasufi, too… 1 Voice Of The Seven Thunders – Voice Of The Seven Thunders (Tchantinler) 2 Animal Collective – Fall Be Kind (Domino) 3 Liars – Sisterworld (Mute) 4 Retribution Gospel Choir – 2 (Sub Pop) 5 Fred Bigot – Mono/Stereo (Holy Mountain) 6 Grizzly Bear – Cheerleader (Neon Indian Studio 6669 Mix) (Warp) 7 Sky Ferreira – Happy Dre (Myspace) 8 Carlton Melton – When You’re In (http://www.myspace.com/carltonmelton) 9 Cluster – Qua (Klangbad/Broken Silence) 10 Robert AA Lowe & Rose Lazar – Eclipses (Thrill Jockey) 11 Jack Rose – Luck In The Valley (Thrill Jockey) 12 White Hills – White Hills (Thrill Jockey) 13 Massive Attack – Heligoland (Virgin) 14 Caitlin Rose – Dead Flowers (Names) 15 Lucas Renney – Songs From Strange Glory (Brille) 16 Various Artists – Face A Frowning World: An EC Ball Memorial Album (Tompkins Square) 17 Four Tet – There Is Love In You (Domino) 18 Gonjasufi – A Sufi And A Killer (Warp)

More 2010 goodness this week, kicking off with the fierce new jams from Voice Of The Seven Woods, newly renamed. A glut of stoner spacerock here, actually, with the new White Hills album and a real find, Carlton Melton (thanks, Simon), who record in a geodesic dome in Mendocino County.

Uncut’s Albums of the Decade: Part three – The Top 50!

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Over the past 10 years, the musical landscape - and especially the ways in which we receive and listen to music - have been transformed at a pace few of us could have predicted. The musical cultures Uncut treasures, however, have continued to flourish. Indeed, some of our more obscure favourites, like Brightblack Morning Light or Lift To Experience, are now as available as a Dylan album; just a click away. To that end, Uncut's 150 is unashamedly a specialist's list, since it's easier than ever before to become a specialist. There are no concessions to eclecticism or commerce, just 150 LPs that have defined the tastes of Uncut's staff and, we hope, those of our readers. Fifteen of them appear on this month's free CD. Here they come, followed by an interview with the man who bestrides the 150 - and the decade - like a candycane-striped colossus... Uncut's Albums of the Decade: The top 50: 50 Cat Power The Greatest MATADOR 2006 You could perhaps forgive Chan Marshall for a moment of understandable hubris with her album title. After six previous studio albums since she began performing as Cat Power in 1995, Marshall hit a career high with this warm collection of country soul songs, recorded with The Memphis Rhythm Band. Indeed, the woozy soul of Al Green or Otis Redding were key reference points for The Greatest, and provided a perfect fit for Marshall's smoky, melancholic voice. 49 PJ HARVEY Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea ISLAND 2000 Polly Harvey's wilful vacillations between commercial and more 'difficult' albums made for an occasionally bumpy ride through the decade. But she began it with this accessible high watermark, which mixed pounding and dramatic songs referencing her new home, New York (and aligning her more than ever to Patti Smith) with more meditative material alluding to her Dorset roots. Mick Harvey and Rob Ellis co-produced, while Thom Yorke contributed to a duet, and Harvey would not come so close to the mainstream again in the Noughties. 48 RY COODER Ch vez Ravine NONESUCH 2005 Cooder's first solo album in two decades was a hymn of love to the district of East Los Angeles that was bulldozed to make way for real estate and a baseball stadium. With the help of Little Willie G of the Three Midniters, Lalo Guerrero and Don Tosti, Cooder delivered a thrilling soundtrack to his nourishing retelling of the story of the area. It was a brilliant conceit, and never more affecting than on "Corrido de Boxeo", with Flaco Jim‚nez's accordion offering melancholy backing to Guerrero's plaintive vocal. 47 The National Alligator BEGGARS BANQUET 2005 The National appeared out of step with much of the post-Strokes New York scene. These were not skinny hipsters with a taste for angular rock; rather they held to a more sophisticated sensibility, closer, perhaps, to Leonard Cohen. This, their third album, had a lush, hungover ambience, while Matt Berninger's lyrics - subjects: heartbreak and remorse - gave the songs a wasted elegance. 46 DRIVE-BY TRUCKERS Southern Rock Opera Soul Dump, 2001/Lost Highway, 2002 A hugely ambitious, triumphantly realised double concept LP, which the group recorded by raising funds from fans. DBTs' keystone influence, Lynyrd Skynyrd, are cast as the tragic stars of a sprawling narrative which Patterson Hood summarised as "the duality of the Southern thing": the struggle for the South's soul between its generosity and its bigotry. George Wallace, Ronnie Van Zandt and the Devil jostled on the lyric sheet, and it rocked monumentally. 45 SOLOMON BURKE Don't Give Up On Me ANTI 2002 The premise was ridiculously simple: provide the rotund soul legend with songs from the likes of Bob Dylan, Brian Wilson, Tom Waits, Van Morrison, Nick Lowe and Elvis Costello; surround him with skilled, simp tico musicians; press "record" and let it happen. Cut in just four days by producer Joe Henry, Burke's comeback LP set the template for a succession of reclamation projects that paired veteran artists with handpicked material. Warm, immediate and utterly free of artifice, these performances brought a human heartbeat to the oscillating ones and zeros of the Pro Tools era. 44 The Libertines Up The Bracket ROUGH TRADE 2002 A very English affair, this. Written while Pete Doherty and Carl Barƒt were living in a Bethnal Green squat (dubbed "The Albion Rooms"), The Libertines' debut offered an invigorating, if grimy, snapshot of London (low) life, referencing the Small Faces and The Clash (it was produced by Mick Jones), Tony Hancock, even Chas And Dave. It positioned the band as the UK equivalent to The Strokes; while its influence on the Arctic Monkeys (down through to innumerable urchins wielding guitars) proved considerable. 43 THE STREETS Original Pirate Material 679 2002 Late night kebabs, clubs, double "marlons"... Mike Skinner's debut opened up a twilight world that was part Craig David, but also part Only Fools And Horses. Hapless, struggling, our producer/MC hero revealed private gripes to us (witness "Lee Satchell you bastard, stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers!") and inadvertently created one of the most original British debuts in years. 42 Richmond Fontaine Post To Wire EL CORTEZ/D‚COR 2004 Richmond Fontaine's fifth album was a fractured narrative about disconsolate souls driven to the dark margins of American life, where desperation lurks unchecked. While there was nothing especially radical about the group's well-played country rock, what astonished here was the literary quality of Willy Vlautin's songwriting, which owed as much to heavyweights of American fiction like Raymond Carver and Denis Johnson as it did to Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen and Tom Waits. 41 BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN Magic Columbia 2007 Springsteen's first album with the E Street Band since 2002's The Rising was a minor consolation of America's turbulent early 21st Century. His most explicitly political - and, not coincidentally, his angriest - album bristled with articulate invective. However, for all the essential mourning and reproach of Magic, its most enduring tracks were its least characteristic: the Beach Boys-sing-Spector pop wallop "Girls In Their Summer Clothes", and the joyous, revivalist call to arms "Long Walk Home". 40 Boards of Canada Geogaddi WARP 2002 If Michael and Marcus Sandison's 1998 Boards Of Canada debut Music Has The Right To Children was a comforting evocation of childhood, then the Scottish duo's follow-up, Geogaddi, seemed about the encroachment of the adult world - and came infused with a sense of tension and anxiety. The bubbling electronic soundscapes were over (or in some cases under)-laid by disorientating vocal snippets, while references to sacred geometry ("The Devil Is In The Detail") and David Koresh's Branch Davidians ("1969") only compounded the prevailing sense of unease. 39 VAMPIRE WEEKEND Vampire Weekend XL 2008 With his wit and education, it was easy to imagine Ezra Koenig being accepted in most places. But rock'n'roll? Really? As it was, Koenig's preppy vignettes ("Louis Vuitton/With your mother/On a sandy lawn") saw these Ivy League New Yorkers shine as individuals, and not try to fit in. Charming and tuneful, this assured debut mapped out a Hamptons of the mind, all sockless loafers and Paul Simon: a great place to visit, assuredly. 38 Ryan Adams Gold Lost Highway 2001 The follow-up to 2000's Heartbreaker, a benchmark of lachrymose Americana, Gold was a boldly ambitious double-album that cast Adams as heir to just about everyone in the rock pantheon who'd inspired him, with echoes therefore of Bob Dylan, Neil Young, the Stones and Gram Parsons. It should have made him a star. But drugs, public tantrums and a pointless spat with his record company turned his career into a car crash from which it never properly recovered. 37 THE RACONTEURS Broken Boy Soldiers XL 2006 The White Stripes' gameplan had been reiterated with such clarity that the arrival of The Raconteurs provided a jolting shock. Here was Jack White breaking his red, white and black dress code, adding a bass, of all things, and collaborating with another singer-songwriter, Brendan Benson. Happily, the results were superb, showing that White's gifts were not diminished when transferred to a more conventional set-up. The White Stripes, it transpired, were only one string to his impressive bow. 36 JOHNNY CASH American IV: The Man Comes Around AMERICAN 2002 The fourth Rick Rubin link-up betrayed the distance between Cash and his producer, with some peculiar covers - "Danny Boy", "We'll Meet Again" - but its high points matched anything in the American Recordings series. The title track, a Cash original, was bold and boastful, but the standout was Trent Reznor's "Hurt", which Cash turned from druggy self-pity into a powerful celebration of a lifetime fighting pain, literal and metaphorical. 35 WILCO Yankee Hotel Foxtrot NONESUCH 2002 Jeff Tweedy and Wilco exited the decade in considerably better shape than they'd entered it. As the Noughties drew to a close, they had released a pair of albums - 2007's Sky Blue Sky and this year's Wilco (the album) - that found them settling into a mellow, mature sound, bordering on '70s soft rock - perhaps a sign that the band had come to terms with their fractious past. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, however, was a testament to the kind of traumas the band were experiencing at the start of the decade. The finished album itself was the subject of bitter dispute between band and record company, which almost left it unreleased, and the recording sessions were painfully fraught. As vividly captured in the documentary I Am Trying To Break Your Heart, a power struggle took place between Tweedy and multi-instrumentalist Jay Bennett, with Tweedy increasingly falling under the influence of his Loose Fur collaborator - and celebrated sonic experimentalist - Jim O'Rourke. The addition of drummer Glenn Kotche also added a new dimension to the Wilco sound. These tensions forced Bennett out of the band, but they didn't harm the record. Tweedy's unerring ear for melody remained untouched, but the break from his alt.country roots in Tupelo was now complete. (Odd, really, since he had recently been touring in support of 2000's Mermaid Avenue Vol II, where he supplied music for new-found Woody Guthrie lyrics). And while Wilco's alt.country sound was broadened to include dashes of Krautrock and psychedelic flourishes, the key to Yankee Hotel Foxtrot was indisputably the power of Tweedy's songwriting. The bruised patriotism of "Ashes Of American Flags" was a career highlight. Along with "War On War", it seemed prescient by the time the album was released. But Tweedy's reservations stretched into romance, too, and the song, "I Am Trying To Break Your Heart", was a bleak, and cruel, testament to his emotional ambiguity. But one of the best songs here was also one of the lightest: on "Heavy Metal Drummer", Tweedy looked back to his teens, watching bad bands getting girls. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot marked a career rebirth, but Tweedy was made for more complex things. For the encore - 2004's A Ghost Is Born - he took even greater risks. 34 BON IVER For Emma, Forever Ago 4AD 2008 Initial coverage of Justin Vernon's solo debut fixated on its genesis in a snow-bound Wisconsin hunting lodge, so much so that the record was soon mocked as much as it was applauded. Nearly two years on, its qualities remained striking, from the way Vernon scored his allusive lyrics with meticulously adjusted indie-folk, to how the album seemed to exist so securely in its own world. A hearteningly original take on the end of an affair, and what comes after. 33 ANIMAL COLLECTIVE Merriweather Post Pavilion DOMINO 2009 This band epitomise a peculiarly frenzied kind of Noughties music-making, all overlapping projects and evolving sounds where the boundaries between rock, folk and dance are so amorphous as to be irrelevant. Their eighth album since 2000 - alongside sundry solo projects, notably Panda Bear's marvellous Person Pitch (2007) - MPP represented a culmination of their sound: where the experimental became anthemic, and childlike sentiments were universal ecstasies. 32 CALEXICO Feast Of Wire CITY SLANG 2002 Joey Burns and John Convertino had long been masters at conjuring a sense of place - with Feast Of Wire, they filled their widescreen landscapes with credible, three dimensional characters. A blend of ancient and modern, here alien electronic burbling met swooning pedal steel, as if Radiohead had inexplicably "gone Ry Cooder". In the middle of it all were ordinary people, for the most part just trying to make a living. 31 MY MORNING JACKET It Still Moves ATCO 2003 There were plenty of songs to be heard during the 70-odd minutes of It Still Moves. Mainly, though, there was the sound of an incredible, tuneful country-rock band thrillingly going through its paces. Focused on the reverberating vocals of Jim James, this major label debut was big in every sense but the commercial - an urge to rectify that means we might never hear rock'n'roll quite so innocent as this from them again. 30 SUFJAN STEVENS Illinois Rough Trade 2005 From the first bars of "Concerning The UFO Sighting Near Highland, Ilinois..." it was clear that the second instalment in Stevens' 50 State Project represented a major improvement, both in sound and scale. This was precious music: meticulously observed, and beautifully framed by Stevens' (almost) one-man, lo-fi orchestra. The Avalanche, the album of outtakes that followed in 2006, was nearly as impressive, proving that here was a musician liberated, rather than limited, by those self-imposed boundaries. 29 NEIL YOUNG Chrome Dreams II REPRISE 2007 If most of Young's recent albums felt like tightly defined projects, his best album of the decade was a sprawling, multi-faceted beast. Notionally a sequel to 1977's unreleased Chrome Dreams, it ranged across styles from raw garage, via country, to gargantuan rock-outs. Songs shelved in the '80s saw the light (notably the 18-minute "Ordinary People") alongside some potent new ones; on his 2008 tour, the molten jam of "No Hidden Path" stood out among classics written decades earlier. 28 QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE Songs For The Deaf UNIVERSAL 2002 Josh Homme's band prides itself on being a continuum - people come, people go, Queens Of The Stone Age abide. Here, incoming personnel including Dave Grohl and Mark Lanegan helped create a modern rock masterpiece. Conceived as a kind of fantasy Los Angeles radio show, Songs... had a dark purpose in its programming: here were heavy riffs, timeless torments, and at least one "stealth polka". 27 The Hold Steady Boys And Girls In America full time hobby 2007 The Hold Steady's barnstorming third album confirmed Craig Finn as a sharp-eyed documentarian of America's teenage wasteland, through which recurring characters moved, restless and ruined, rock music their only salvation. Musically, The Hold Steady were a bracing mix of Springsteen's thunder, The Attractions' kinetic versatility and crunching riffs, unfashionably plundered from AC/DC and Thin Lizzy. The result was a visionary testament to rock'n'roll's uniquely redemptive powers. 26 LAMBCHOP Nixon CITY SLANG 2000 Marvellous as many of them are, it is Kurt Wagner and Lambchop's ongoing curse that their fifth album somewhat dwarfs its consciously smaller-scale successors. Nixon was the moment when the Nashville collective's idiosyncratic and often discreet fusion of Southern music forms reached its zenith, where their country-soul stepped onto a bigger stage. Exhibit A: "Up With People", an archly rousing showstopper that even, briefly, threatened to turn this self-deprecating bunch into pop stars. 25 RADIOHEAD Kid A PARLOPHONE 2000 The millennium came and went, but Radiohead remained as tense as ever. As did some of Kid A's listeners. No guitars? No drums? What exactly was this? A longer perspective on the album proves it to have been a way out of the complex rock music the band had built. Constructed as a palace, it had become a prison - Kid A, with its new textures, weird tunes, and biting lyrics dug a tunnel out. 24 ARCTIC MONKEYS Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not DOMINO 2006 Initially, the Arctic Monkeys were hyped as the first band with a career launched online. If the means of dissemination was modern, however, the Monkeys soon revealed themselves to be a hearteningly traditional British rock band with this, Uncut's favourite UK debut of the decade. Young, chippy, dynamic and with, in Alex Turner, a lyricist of uncommon wit and precision, the Monkeys sat moodily, but fittingly, in the great tradition of The Jam, The Smiths and The Libertines. Soon enough, though, they would be plotting their escape. 23 BETH GIBBONS & RUSTIN MAN Out Of Season Go! 2002 A fragile, seductive and defiantly autumnal record, Out Of Season - the alliance of Portishead's Beth Gibbons and former Talk Talk bassist Paul Webb - was a welcome surprise on release in late 2002. Its lyrical concerns of love, loss and helpless dependence mirrored Gibbons' earlier work, but from elegant lead-off single "Tom The Model" onwards, the orchestration eschewed samples and beats for hushed folkish picking and jazz inflections, recalling, variously, Nina Simone, Nick Drake and pre-Mac Christine McVie. 22 BLUR Think Tank EMI 2003 It's hard for a band to recover from the departure of one of their key members, but Blur made a virtue out of guitarist Graham Coxon's exit early in the sessions for this, their final album to date. Expanding their musical template (helped, no doubt, by Damon Albarn's successes with Gorillaz and Mali Music and the decision to record Think Tank in Morocco), the result was a graceful and mature record, from the warm, Arabic vibe of "Caravan" to the beautiful pop of "Out Of Time". The closing "Battery In Your Leg", meanwhile, provided a moving epitaph for the band. 21 JOANNA NEWSOM Ys DRAG CITY 2006 This singing harpist from Nevada City, California, arrived in 2004 with The Milk-Eyed Mender, a collection of uncanny nursery-rhymes that aligned her to the nascent freak-folk movement of the time. Her second album, though, proved substantially more ambitious: a cycle of five lengthy and verbose songs, where her cascading imagery and harp-playing were augmented by grand orchestral arrangements courtesy of Van Dyke Parks. The result? A ravishing fantasia that could be compared with one of Newsom's obvious antecedents, Kate Bush. 20 AMY WINEHOUSE Back To Black Island 2006 Forget the headlines, the hairdo, the ex-husband: it was Amy Winehouse's excellent second album that made her a star. At once comfortably familiar (thanks to co-producer Mark Ronson's warm, knowing retro-soul flourishes) and dangerously confessional (her explicit, diaristic lyrics), it felt like an "instant classic" on release, and soon launched a slew of less-talented copyists. None of whom were capable of singing - or indeed writing - songs as exquisitely melancholy as the title track, or the perfect torch song "Love Is A Losing Game". 19 BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN The Rising COLUMBIA 2002 Springsteen's response to 9/11 reunited him with the E Street Band to thrilling effect, and gave him his biggest seller since 1987's Tunnel Of Love. Some of the songs predated the attack on the Twin Towers - "My City Of Ruins" actually celebrated Asbury Park - but they were given sharp new focus by their changed context. "Waitin' On A Sunny Day" in particular was made suddenly ominous. Springsteen's response was a positive rallying call, at its strongest on the hymn-like anthem "Into The Fire". 18 Kate Bush Aerial EMI 2005 We have, since 1985's Hounds of Love, become accustomed to Kate Bush spending the best part of a decade on each album - expensively recorded, with crack session musicians and state-of-the-art technology. But Aerial, on its release in 2005, seemed particularly lavish. Bush is one of a dwindling number of major-label artists given free rein and a huge studio budget to pursue their own singular artistic vision; unlike most other artists indulged in this way, she actually used this enormous creative freedom to produce something of interest. Aerial was a 90-minute odyssey, divided into the introspective CD1, 'A Sea Of Honey', and the dreamier, more hedonistic and more electronic-infused CD2, 'A Sky of Honey'. This being Kate Bush, there were moments of high absurdity, though even these managed to be quite beautiful. The lead single, "King Of The Mountain", was a tribute to Elvis which saw her doing her best Shakin' Stevens karaoke routine. "The Painter's Link" and "An Architect's Dream" found Rolf Harris muttering to himself while painting ("a little bit lighter there... maybe with some accents") before duetting with Bush on a gorgeous, string-drenched ballad about art. There was a stately, medieval serenade dedicated to her son, "Bertie"; an ethno drum workout which paid tribute to Joan Of Arc; and a compelling techno ballad about a "sweet, gentle and sensitive" mathematician (in which Ms Bush recited Pi to 115 decimal places). There was a song about a pair of trousers spinning around a washing machine ("Washing machine/Washing machine/slooshy-slooshy-slooshy-slooshy/washing machine"); another featuring the lines "Little brown jug/Don't I love thee/Ho ho ho/Hee hee hee". The last two eccentricities, "Mrs Bartolozzi" and "The Coral Room", were the only solo piano/vocal performances on the record. Many of us might have hoped she would record an entire album like this; but the more lavish tracks, like the ECM-meets-4AD epic "Sunset" or the trancey "Somewhere In Between", were filled with sonic details and textures that rewarded repeated listening. The follow-up, probably due in 2016, should really be something. 17 THE WHITE STRIPES Elephant XL 2003 For their first album to be recorded in the spotlight, Jack and Meg White relocated to London's humble Toerag Studios, where no equipment, legendarily, dated from after 1963. Elephant did not, however, sound like either a 'British' record or a particularly antiquated one. Instead, it was a roaringly ambitious reassertion of the duo's strengths, with White amping up his neurotic, lovelorn persona to the max. A record, too, which taught a generation of non-musicians about the octave pedal - a guitar effect used by White to create the bass-like frequency on the anthemic "Seven Nation Army". 16 LCD SOUNDSYSTEM Sound Of Silver DFA/EMI 2007 James Murphy's DFA label was at the forefront of the disco-punk scene that spread out from Brooklyn to the world in the early Noughties, and Murphy's own vehicle, LCD Soundsystem, had already produced one of the decade's defining singles with 2002's droll hipster rollcall, "Losing My Edge". LCD's second album, however, was his greatest triumph: an electronically thrilling upgrade of Bowie, New Order, Talking Heads and The Fall, given wit and guts thanks to the exquisitely jaded presence of Murphy at its throbbing heart. 15 RADIOHEAD In Rainbows SELF-RELEASED 2007 Much of the hoo-hah surrounding Radiohead's seventh album concerned how you received and paid for it - amusingly, though bowled over by the wine, we somehow fixated on the bottle. Perhaps the album's contents were simply too surprising: a record (or USB stick, or whatever) that provided the fullest realisation yet of the band's paranoid techno and baroque live rock, In Rainbows was beautiful, yes. But it was also strangely groovy, too. 14 PRIMAL SCREAM XTRMNTR CREATION 2002 It's rare that a band's sixth album should be considered their best; but with XTRMNTR, it felt like Primal Scream broke new ground. Moving away from the tired Stones pastiches and junkie millennial blues of their two previous efforts, XTRMTR was fired by a righteous social conscience and a thrilling, anything-is-possible musical agenda that incorporated Krautrock on "Shoot Speed/Kill Light", free jazz on "If They Move, Kill 'Em" (masterminded by My Bloody Valentine's Kevin Shields), "Pills"' scrawny hip hop and the extreme noise of "Accelerator". 13 GILLIAN WELCH Time (The Revelator) ACONY 2001 Welch and partner David Rawlings' third album was recorded in Nashville's historic RCA Studio B, but it was no period piece. From the austere opener, "Revelator", onwards, the combination of Welch's icy vocals, and Rawlings' gnarly, exploratory guitar-work pulled traditional blues, country and folk influences into bold new shapes. Producer T-Bone Burnett kept things simple on the lovely "Elvis Presley Blues", but Welch's ambition was fully-realised on the epic "I Dream A Highway" which betrayed a debt to Neil Young at his most strung-out. 12 PORTISHEAD Third ISLAND 2008 For their first album in 11 years, Adrian Utley, Geoff Barrow and Beth Gibbons upgraded the mournful trip hop of the '90s for something rather more sinister. Third was a shock, and shockingly good - an apocalyptic, uncompromising clash of Krautrock, folk, electronica, even techno, cut through with a sense of foreboding that seemed to soundtrack a world in meltdown. The perfect record for the times, then, and Uncut's Album Of The Year for 2008. 11 THE FLAMING LIPS Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots WARNER BROS 2002 Following 1999's The Soft Bulletin looked daunting for The Flaming Lips, but Yoshimi... - a similarly expansive sci-fi treatise on mortality, war, compassion, the incredible resolve of the human spirit and so on - proved they were up to the challenge. If anything, its high-definition, electronically adjusted psych-pop superseded The Soft Bulletin. And, in "Do You Realize??", the Lips successfully coined an enduring wedding/funeral song for a generation just accepting that they might need something of the kind. 10 FLEET FOXES Fleet Foxes BELLA UNION 2008 Technically Robin Pecknold and the Fleet Foxes originated from Seattle, but many listeners to their debut could've been forgiven for imagining they came from a kind of American Arcadia, such was the bucolic magic summoned up by the 11 tracks. Ostensibly another five bearded indie-rockers with a taste for their parents' folk records, Fleet Foxes effortlessly transcended such a stereotype, thanks to Pecknold's calm gifts of melody and their unwavering, beatific harmonies. 9 Ryan Adams Heartbreaker bloodshot/cooking vinyl 2000 If things had gone differently for him, it could have been Ryan Adams on the cover of this month's Uncut instead of Jack White. Heartbreaker was his first solo album, largely an exquisite collection of charred and tattered songs about a doomed relationship and its bitter aftermath that promised a glorious future for Adams' perfectly nuanced Americana. However, drugs, personal instability and a flair for self-destruction eventually denied him the elevation to rock's pantheon of greats he clearly craved, despite good work still to come on Gold and often underrated albums like Cold Roses and Jacksonville City Nights. 8 Bob Dylan Modern Times SONY 2006 The stately follow-up to "Love And Theft" was less wildly diverse, reflecting for the most part Dylan's abiding passion for Chicago blues, but still traversed disparate musical territories with intuitive panache and graceful aplomb. The sense of whispered foreboding you could sometimes hear on its predecessor was given louder voice here, specifically on the apocalyptic meditations of "Workingman's Blues # 2" and "Ain't Talkin'", which closes with Dylan perhaps fatefully bound for "the last outback, at the world's end". 7 THE ARCADE FIRE Funeral ROUGH TRADE 2005 For an album so explicitly associated with death (at least three members of this Canadian septet suffered bereavement during recording), the Arcade Fire's debut was nonetheless joyously uplifting. Certainly, the cacophony of instruments - accordions, xylophones, violins, horns - gave a ragged ebullience to "Wake Up" and "Rebellion (Lies)", but also added a vivid, textured soundtrack to Win Butler and R‚gine Chassagne's extraordinary vision. Theatrical, intense and ultimately cathartic. 6 Robert Plant and Alison Krauss Raising Sand ROUnder 2007 An album of "dark, sexy Americana" was in every respect the last thing anybody - Jimmy Page, especially, you have to think - expected of Robert Plant. Raising Sand, recorded in Nashville with Grammy-winning bluegrass singer and fiddle player Alison Krauss and producer T-Bone Burnett, was a unilateral triumph, by some distance Plant's best solo work. A regal celebration of the diversity of American roots music, it was also the album that denied the world the Zeppelin reunion it had long demanded, Plant preferring to tour with Krauss and Burnett. 5 THE STROKES Is This It ROUGH TRADE 2001 Occasionally a record comes along that resets the clocks for rock, even if only for a short time. Definitely Maybe was one. Is This It was assuredly another: a joyful, lyrical and intelligent evocation of being young in a pre-9/11 New York City. The album's apparent scruffiness belied the attention to detail beneath. Subtle, groovy and repeatedly rewarding, it didn't just talk the talk, but walked the walk, too. 4 BRIAN WILSON Smile NONESUCH 2004 A mere 37 years behind schedule, Wilson capped his late-career renaissance by finally finishing his magnum opus, confronting a good few of his enduring demons in the process. With Van Dyke Parks and arranger/multi-instrumentalist Darian Sahanaja by his side, Wilson painstakingly stitched his unsteady masterpiece together, and pulled off an unimaginable coup; a historical reconstruction that could satisfy even the most fanatical, bootleg-coveting Beach Boys fan. 3 WILCO A Ghost Is Born NONESUCH 2004 If Wilco's fifth album might now be seen as Jeff Tweedy's last 'troubled' record, it also stands as the highpoint of his storied career. Struggling with an addiction to painkillers, Tweedy and producer Jim O'Rourke steered the band towards an inspired hybrid of rock classicism and leftfield adventure, epitomised by the 11-minute long "Spiders (Kidsmoke)", ostensibly stadium Krautrock. If guitarist Nels Cline had joined in time for the sessions, it might (as 2005's live album, Kicking Television, suggests) have been even better. 2 Bob Dylan "Love And Theft" Sony 2001 Dylan's first album of the 21st century was a kaleidoscopic engagement with the American songbook in all its vast and energising diversity that could also be heard as a musical autobiography and an informal history of America itself. The pensive gloom of '97's Time Out Of Mind was banished, replaced by a wry, sexy playfulness, and a lot of daft jokes. Stylistically, the album embraced with abundant confidence country, rockabilly, ragtime, vaudeville, languid jazz, hard blues and Western swing. "Love And Theft"'s release on September 11, 2001, added an ominous resonance to its dramatic centrepiece, the apocalyptic "High Water (For Charley Patton)". 1 The White Stripes White Blood Cells - Sympathy for the record industry, 2001 Their third album, and still Jack White's masterpiece. Ladies and gentlemen, the best record of the last 10 years... And here he is, one last time. With four other White Stripes albums, two by The Raconteurs and one with Loretta Lynn in Uncut's 150 Greatest Albums Of The Decade, it's pretty obvious that Jack White has emerged from all this chin-stroking as the most significant rock'n'roll figure of the past 10 years. A tireless renaissance man, his records have continued to electrify and re-invigorate American musical tradition. "The blues is still number one for me," he tells us. "It is the truth." White is perhaps the one musician to have come to prominence this decade who can fit comfortably into the classic rock pantheon, sharing the lofty airspace - and, occasionally, the stage - with heroes like Dylan, The Rolling Stones and Jimmy Page. One of the reasons why is that, for all his energetic and diverse projects, White's output has been so thrillingly consistent, right up to this year's Dead Weather album, Horehound. But after much prevarication, Uncut decided that his finest moment - and our favourite album of the decade - was White Blood Cells, the third album by The White Stripes. Upon its release in the UK, a host of A&R men, supermodels and slightly desperate hacks pursued Jack and Meg White around Britain on a sticky, genuinely seminal debut tour. Had there ever been, before or since, such a tabloid furore about a rudimentary garage-rock album? Almost certainly not. But, with hindsight, the fuss seems justified. White Blood Cells was the culmination of the White Stripes' ballistic first phase, blues-rock history rescored for apoplectic guitar and primal thud. Alongside the post-Zep heroics, however, there was also a first hit single - the exuberant "Hotel Yorba" - and a bunch of tender, fraught ballads that introduced Jack White to the world as a boy romantic. Soon enough, White would be forced to mature in the public eye, as the album cover shot - a clutch of photographers clustered around the pair - implied so presciently. That he did so with such style and purpose is something of a miracle. But this raging, innocent album still stands - just! - as his masterpiece. Latest music and film news on Uncut.co.uk

Over the past 10 years, the musical landscape – and especially the ways in which we receive and listen to music – have been transformed at a pace few of us could have predicted. The musical cultures Uncut treasures, however, have continued to flourish. Indeed, some of our more obscure favourites, like Brightblack Morning Light or Lift To Experience, are now as available as a Dylan album; just a click away. To that end, Uncut’s 150 is unashamedly a specialist’s list, since it’s easier than ever before to become a specialist. There are no concessions to eclecticism or commerce, just 150 LPs that have defined the tastes of Uncut’s staff and, we hope, those of our readers. Fifteen of them appear on this month’s free CD. Here they come, followed by an interview with the man who bestrides the 150 – and the decade – like a candycane-striped colossus…

Uncut’s Albums of the Decade: The top 50:

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Cat Power

The Greatest MATADOR 2006

You could perhaps forgive Chan Marshall for a moment of understandable hubris with her album title. After six previous studio albums since she began performing as Cat Power in 1995, Marshall hit a career high with this warm collection of country soul songs, recorded with The Memphis Rhythm Band. Indeed, the woozy soul of Al Green or Otis Redding were key reference points for The Greatest, and provided a perfect fit for Marshall’s smoky, melancholic voice.

49

PJ HARVEY

Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea ISLAND 2000

Polly Harvey’s wilful vacillations between commercial and more ‘difficult’ albums made for an occasionally bumpy ride through the decade. But she began it with this accessible high watermark, which mixed pounding and dramatic songs referencing her new home, New York (and aligning her more than ever to Patti Smith) with more meditative material alluding to her Dorset roots. Mick Harvey and Rob Ellis co-produced, while Thom Yorke contributed to a duet, and Harvey would not come so close to the mainstream again in the Noughties.

48

RY COODER

Ch vez Ravine NONESUCH 2005

Cooder’s first solo album in two decades was a hymn of love to the district of East Los Angeles that was bulldozed to make way for real estate and a baseball stadium. With the help of Little Willie G of the Three Midniters, Lalo Guerrero and Don Tosti, Cooder delivered a thrilling soundtrack to his nourishing retelling of the story of the area. It was a brilliant conceit, and never more affecting than on “Corrido de Boxeo”, with Flaco Jim‚nez’s accordion offering melancholy backing to Guerrero’s plaintive vocal.

47

The National

Alligator BEGGARS BANQUET 2005

The National appeared out of step with much of the post-Strokes New York scene. These were not skinny hipsters with a taste for angular rock; rather they held to a more sophisticated sensibility, closer, perhaps, to Leonard Cohen. This, their third album, had a lush, hungover ambience, while Matt Berninger’s lyrics – subjects: heartbreak and remorse – gave the songs a wasted elegance.

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DRIVE-BY TRUCKERS

Southern Rock Opera Soul Dump, 2001/Lost Highway, 2002

A hugely ambitious, triumphantly realised double concept LP, which the group recorded by raising funds from fans. DBTs’ keystone influence, Lynyrd Skynyrd, are cast as the tragic stars of a sprawling narrative which Patterson Hood summarised as “the duality of the Southern thing”: the struggle for the South’s soul between its generosity and its bigotry. George Wallace, Ronnie Van Zandt and the Devil jostled on the lyric sheet, and it rocked monumentally.

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SOLOMON BURKE

Don’t Give Up On Me ANTI 2002

The premise was ridiculously simple: provide the rotund soul legend with songs from the likes of Bob Dylan, Brian Wilson, Tom Waits, Van Morrison, Nick Lowe and Elvis Costello; surround him with skilled, simp tico musicians; press “record” and let it happen. Cut in just four days by producer Joe Henry, Burke’s comeback LP set the template for a succession of reclamation projects that paired veteran artists with handpicked material. Warm, immediate and utterly free of artifice, these performances brought a human heartbeat to the oscillating ones and zeros of the Pro Tools era.

44

The Libertines

Up The Bracket

ROUGH TRADE 2002

A very English affair, this. Written while Pete Doherty and Carl Barƒt were living in a Bethnal Green squat (dubbed “The Albion Rooms”), The Libertines’ debut offered an invigorating, if grimy, snapshot of London (low) life, referencing the Small Faces and The Clash (it was produced by Mick Jones), Tony Hancock, even Chas And Dave. It positioned the band as the UK equivalent to The Strokes; while its influence on the Arctic Monkeys (down through to innumerable urchins wielding guitars) proved considerable.

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THE STREETS

Original Pirate Material 679 2002

Late night kebabs, clubs, double “marlons”… Mike Skinner’s debut opened up a twilight world that was part Craig David, but also part Only Fools And Horses. Hapless, struggling, our producer/MC hero revealed private gripes to us (witness “Lee Satchell you bastard, stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers!”) and inadvertently created one of the most original British debuts in years.

42

Richmond Fontaine

Post To Wire EL CORTEZ/D‚COR 2004

Richmond Fontaine’s fifth album was a fractured narrative about disconsolate souls driven to the dark margins of American life,

where desperation lurks unchecked. While there was nothing especially radical about the group’s well-played country rock, what astonished here was the literary quality of Willy Vlautin’s songwriting, which owed as much to heavyweights of American fiction like Raymond Carver and Denis Johnson as it did to Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen and Tom Waits.

41

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

Magic Columbia 2007

Springsteen’s first album with the E Street Band since 2002’s The Rising was a minor consolation of America’s turbulent early 21st Century. His most explicitly political – and, not coincidentally, his angriest – album bristled with articulate invective. However, for all the essential mourning and reproach of Magic, its most enduring tracks were its least characteristic: the Beach Boys-sing-Spector pop wallop “Girls In Their Summer Clothes”, and the joyous, revivalist call to arms “Long Walk Home”.

40

Boards of Canada

Geogaddi WARP 2002

If Michael and Marcus Sandison’s 1998 Boards Of Canada debut Music Has The Right To Children was a comforting evocation of childhood, then the Scottish duo’s follow-up, Geogaddi, seemed about the encroachment of the adult world – and came infused with a sense of tension and anxiety. The bubbling electronic soundscapes were over (or in some cases under)-laid by disorientating vocal snippets, while references to sacred geometry (“The Devil Is In The Detail”) and David Koresh’s Branch Davidians (“1969”) only compounded the prevailing sense of unease.

39

VAMPIRE WEEKEND

Vampire Weekend XL 2008

With his wit and education, it was easy to imagine

Ezra Koenig being accepted in most places. But rock’n’roll? Really? As it was, Koenig’s preppy vignettes (“Louis Vuitton/With your mother/On a sandy lawn”) saw these Ivy League New Yorkers shine as individuals, and not try to fit in. Charming and tuneful, this assured debut mapped out a Hamptons of the mind, all sockless loafers and Paul Simon: a great place to visit, assuredly.

38

Ryan Adams

Gold Lost Highway 2001

The follow-up to 2000’s Heartbreaker, a benchmark of lachrymose Americana, Gold was a boldly ambitious double-album that cast Adams as heir to just about everyone in the rock pantheon who’d inspired him, with echoes therefore of Bob Dylan, Neil Young, the Stones and Gram Parsons. It should have made him a star. But drugs, public tantrums and a pointless spat with his record company turned his career into a car crash from which it never properly recovered.

37

THE RACONTEURS

Broken Boy Soldiers XL 2006

The White Stripes’ gameplan had been reiterated with such clarity that the arrival of The Raconteurs provided a jolting shock. Here was Jack White breaking his red, white and black dress code, adding a bass, of all things, and collaborating with another singer-songwriter, Brendan Benson. Happily, the results were superb, showing that White’s gifts were not diminished when transferred to a more conventional set-up. The White Stripes, it transpired, were only one string to his impressive bow.

36

JOHNNY CASH

American IV: The Man Comes Around AMERICAN 2002

The fourth Rick Rubin link-up betrayed the distance between Cash and his producer, with some peculiar covers – “Danny Boy”, “We’ll Meet Again” – but its high points matched anything in the American Recordings series. The title track, a Cash original, was bold and boastful, but the standout was Trent Reznor’s “Hurt”, which Cash turned from druggy self-pity into a powerful celebration of a lifetime fighting pain, literal and metaphorical.

35

WILCO

Yankee Hotel Foxtrot NONESUCH 2002

Jeff Tweedy and Wilco exited the decade in considerably better shape than they’d entered it. As the Noughties drew to a close, they had released a pair of albums – 2007’s Sky Blue Sky and this year’s Wilco (the album) – that found them settling into a mellow, mature sound, bordering on ’70s soft rock – perhaps a sign that the band had come to terms with their fractious past.

Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, however, was a testament to the kind of traumas the band were experiencing at the start of the decade. The finished album itself was the subject of bitter dispute between band and record company, which almost left it unreleased, and the recording sessions were painfully fraught. As vividly captured in the documentary I Am Trying To Break Your Heart, a power struggle took place between Tweedy and multi-instrumentalist Jay Bennett, with Tweedy increasingly falling under the influence of his Loose Fur collaborator – and celebrated sonic experimentalist – Jim O’Rourke. The addition of drummer Glenn Kotche also added a new dimension to the Wilco sound.

These tensions forced Bennett out of the band, but they didn’t harm the record. Tweedy’s unerring ear for melody remained untouched, but the break from his alt.country roots in Tupelo was now complete. (Odd, really, since he had recently been touring in support of 2000’s Mermaid Avenue Vol II, where he supplied music for new-found Woody Guthrie lyrics). And while Wilco’s alt.country sound was broadened to include dashes of Krautrock and psychedelic flourishes, the key to Yankee Hotel Foxtrot was indisputably the power of Tweedy’s songwriting. The bruised patriotism of “Ashes Of American Flags” was a career highlight.

Along with “War On War”, it seemed prescient by the time the album was released. But Tweedy’s reservations stretched into romance, too, and the song, “I Am Trying To Break Your Heart”, was a bleak, and cruel, testament to his emotional ambiguity. But one of the best songs here was also one of the lightest: on “Heavy Metal Drummer”, Tweedy looked back to his teens, watching bad bands getting girls. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot marked a career rebirth, but Tweedy was made for more complex things. For the encore – 2004’s A Ghost Is Born – he took even greater risks.

34

BON IVER

For Emma, Forever Ago 4AD 2008

Initial coverage of Justin Vernon’s solo debut fixated on its genesis in a snow-bound Wisconsin hunting lodge, so much so that the record was soon mocked as much as it was applauded. Nearly two years on, its qualities remained striking, from the way Vernon scored his allusive lyrics

with meticulously adjusted indie-folk, to how the album seemed to exist so securely in its own world. A hearteningly original take on the end of an affair, and what comes after.

33

ANIMAL COLLECTIVE

Merriweather Post Pavilion DOMINO 2009

This band epitomise a peculiarly frenzied kind of Noughties music-making, all overlapping projects and evolving sounds where the boundaries between rock, folk and dance are so amorphous as to be irrelevant. Their eighth album since 2000 – alongside sundry solo projects, notably Panda Bear’s marvellous Person Pitch (2007) – MPP represented a culmination of their sound: where the experimental became anthemic, and childlike sentiments were universal ecstasies.

32

CALEXICO

Feast Of Wire CITY SLANG 2002

Joey Burns and John Convertino had long been masters at conjuring a sense of place – with Feast Of Wire, they filled their widescreen landscapes with credible, three dimensional characters. A blend of ancient and modern, here alien electronic burbling met swooning pedal steel, as if Radiohead had inexplicably “gone Ry Cooder”. In the middle of it all were ordinary people, for the most part just trying to make a living.

31

MY MORNING JACKET

It Still Moves ATCO 2003

There were plenty of songs to be heard during the 70-odd minutes of It Still Moves. Mainly, though, there was the sound of an incredible, tuneful country-rock band thrillingly going through its paces. Focused on the reverberating vocals of Jim James, this major label debut was big in every sense but the commercial – an urge to rectify that means we might never hear rock’n’roll quite so innocent as this from them again.

30

SUFJAN STEVENS

Illinois Rough Trade 2005

From the first bars of “Concerning The UFO Sighting Near Highland, Ilinois…” it was clear that the second instalment in Stevens’ 50 State Project represented a major improvement, both in sound and scale. This was precious music: meticulously observed, and beautifully framed by Stevens’ (almost) one-man, lo-fi orchestra. The Avalanche, the album of outtakes that followed in 2006, was nearly as impressive, proving that here was a musician liberated, rather than limited, by those self-imposed boundaries.

29

NEIL YOUNG

Chrome Dreams II

REPRISE 2007

If most of Young’s recent albums felt like tightly defined projects, his best album of the decade was a sprawling, multi-faceted beast. Notionally a sequel to 1977’s unreleased Chrome Dreams, it ranged across styles

from raw garage, via country, to gargantuan rock-outs. Songs shelved in the ’80s saw the light (notably the 18-minute “Ordinary People”) alongside some potent new ones; on his 2008 tour, the molten jam of “No Hidden Path” stood out among classics written decades earlier.

28

QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE

Songs For The Deaf UNIVERSAL 2002

Josh Homme’s band prides itself on being a continuum – people come, people go, Queens Of The Stone Age abide. Here, incoming personnel including Dave Grohl and Mark Lanegan helped create a modern rock masterpiece. Conceived as a kind of fantasy Los Angeles radio show, Songs… had a dark purpose in its programming: here were heavy riffs, timeless torments, and at least one “stealth polka”.

27

The Hold Steady

Boys And Girls In America

full time hobby 2007

The Hold Steady’s barnstorming third album confirmed Craig Finn as a sharp-eyed documentarian of America’s teenage wasteland, through which recurring characters moved, restless and ruined, rock music their only salvation. Musically, The Hold Steady were a bracing mix of Springsteen’s thunder, The Attractions’ kinetic versatility and crunching riffs, unfashionably plundered from AC/DC and Thin Lizzy. The result was a visionary testament to rock’n’roll’s uniquely redemptive powers.

26

LAMBCHOP

Nixon CITY SLANG 2000

Marvellous as many of them are, it is Kurt Wagner and Lambchop’s ongoing curse that their fifth album somewhat dwarfs its consciously smaller-scale successors. Nixon was the moment when the Nashville collective’s idiosyncratic and often discreet fusion of Southern music forms reached its zenith, where their country-soul stepped onto a bigger stage. Exhibit A: “Up With People”, an archly rousing showstopper that even, briefly, threatened to turn this self-deprecating bunch into pop stars.

25

RADIOHEAD

Kid A PARLOPHONE 2000

The millennium came and went, but Radiohead remained as tense as ever. As did some of Kid A’s listeners. No guitars? No drums? What exactly was this? A longer perspective on the album proves it to have been a way out of the complex rock music the band had built. Constructed as a palace, it had become a prison – Kid A, with its new textures, weird tunes, and biting lyrics dug a tunnel out.

24

ARCTIC MONKEYS

Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not DOMINO 2006

Initially, the Arctic Monkeys were hyped as the first band with a career launched online. If the means of dissemination was modern, however, the Monkeys soon revealed themselves to be a hearteningly traditional British rock band with this, Uncut’s favourite UK debut of the decade. Young, chippy, dynamic and with, in Alex Turner, a lyricist of uncommon wit and precision, the Monkeys sat moodily, but fittingly, in the great tradition of The Jam, The Smiths and The Libertines. Soon enough, though, they would be plotting their escape.

23

BETH GIBBONS

& RUSTIN MAN

Out Of Season Go! 2002

A fragile, seductive and defiantly autumnal record, Out Of Season –

the alliance of Portishead’s Beth Gibbons and former Talk Talk bassist Paul Webb – was a welcome surprise on release in late 2002. Its lyrical concerns of love, loss and helpless dependence mirrored Gibbons’ earlier work, but from elegant lead-off single “Tom The Model” onwards, the orchestration eschewed samples and beats for hushed folkish picking and jazz inflections, recalling, variously, Nina Simone, Nick Drake and pre-Mac Christine McVie.

22

BLUR

Think Tank EMI 2003

It’s hard for a band to recover from the departure of one of their key members, but Blur made a virtue out of guitarist Graham Coxon’s exit early in the sessions for this, their final album to date. Expanding their musical template (helped, no doubt, by Damon Albarn’s successes with Gorillaz and Mali Music and the decision to record Think Tank in Morocco), the result was a graceful and mature record, from the warm, Arabic vibe of “Caravan” to the beautiful pop of “Out Of Time”.

The closing “Battery In Your Leg”, meanwhile, provided a moving epitaph for the band.

21

JOANNA NEWSOM

Ys DRAG CITY 2006

This singing harpist from Nevada City, California, arrived in 2004 with The Milk-Eyed Mender, a collection of uncanny nursery-rhymes that aligned her to the nascent freak-folk movement of the time. Her second album, though, proved substantially more ambitious: a cycle of five lengthy and verbose songs, where her cascading imagery and harp-playing were augmented by grand orchestral arrangements courtesy of Van Dyke Parks. The result? A ravishing fantasia that could be compared with one of Newsom’s obvious antecedents, Kate Bush.

20

AMY WINEHOUSE

Back To Black Island 2006

Forget the headlines, the hairdo, the ex-husband: it was Amy Winehouse’s excellent second album that made her a star. At once comfortably familiar (thanks to co-producer Mark Ronson’s warm, knowing retro-soul flourishes) and dangerously confessional (her explicit, diaristic lyrics), it felt like an “instant classic” on release, and soon launched a slew of less-talented copyists. None of whom were capable of singing – or indeed writing – songs as exquisitely melancholy as the title track, or the perfect torch song “Love Is A Losing Game”.

19

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

The Rising COLUMBIA 2002

Springsteen’s response to 9/11 reunited him with the E Street Band to thrilling effect, and gave him his biggest seller since 1987’s Tunnel Of Love. Some of the songs predated the attack on the Twin Towers – “My City Of Ruins” actually celebrated Asbury Park – but they were given sharp new focus by their changed context. “Waitin’ On A Sunny Day” in particular was made suddenly ominous. Springsteen’s response was a positive rallying call, at its strongest on the hymn-like anthem “Into The Fire”.

18

Kate Bush

Aerial EMI 2005

We have, since 1985’s Hounds of Love, become accustomed to Kate Bush spending the best part of a decade on each album – expensively recorded, with crack session musicians and state-of-the-art technology. But Aerial, on its release in 2005, seemed particularly lavish. Bush is one of a dwindling number of major-label artists given free rein and a huge studio budget to pursue their own singular artistic vision; unlike most other artists indulged in this way, she actually used this enormous creative freedom to produce something of interest.

Aerial was a 90-minute odyssey, divided into the introspective CD1, ‘A Sea Of Honey’, and the dreamier, more hedonistic and more electronic-infused CD2, ‘A Sky of Honey’. This being Kate Bush, there were moments of high absurdity, though even these managed to be quite beautiful. The lead single, “King Of The Mountain”, was a tribute to Elvis which saw her doing her best Shakin’ Stevens karaoke routine. “The Painter’s Link” and “An Architect’s Dream” found Rolf Harris muttering to himself while painting (“a little bit lighter there… maybe with some accents”) before duetting with Bush on a gorgeous, string-drenched ballad about art.

There was a stately, medieval serenade dedicated to her son, “Bertie”; an ethno drum workout which paid tribute to Joan Of Arc; and a compelling techno ballad about a “sweet, gentle and sensitive” mathematician (in which Ms Bush recited Pi to 115 decimal places). There was a song about a pair of trousers spinning around a washing machine (“Washing machine/Washing machine/slooshy-slooshy-slooshy-slooshy/washing machine”); another featuring the lines “Little brown jug/Don’t I love thee/Ho ho ho/Hee hee hee”.

The last two eccentricities, “Mrs Bartolozzi” and “The Coral Room”, were the only solo piano/vocal performances on the record. Many of us might have hoped she would record an entire album like this; but the more lavish tracks, like the ECM-meets-4AD epic “Sunset” or the trancey “Somewhere In Between”, were filled with sonic details and textures that rewarded repeated listening. The follow-up, probably due in 2016, should really be something.

17

THE WHITE STRIPES

Elephant XL 2003

For their first album to be recorded in the spotlight, Jack and Meg White relocated to London’s humble Toerag Studios, where no equipment, legendarily, dated from after 1963. Elephant did not, however, sound like either a ‘British’ record or a particularly antiquated one. Instead, it was a roaringly ambitious reassertion of the duo’s strengths, with White amping up his neurotic, lovelorn persona to the max. A record, too, which taught a generation of non-musicians about the octave pedal – a guitar effect used by White to create the bass-like frequency on the anthemic “Seven Nation Army”.

16

LCD SOUNDSYSTEM

Sound Of Silver DFA/EMI 2007

James Murphy’s DFA label was at the forefront of the disco-punk scene that spread out from Brooklyn to the world in the early Noughties, and Murphy’s own vehicle, LCD Soundsystem, had already produced one of the decade’s defining singles with 2002’s droll hipster rollcall, “Losing My Edge”. LCD’s second album, however, was his greatest triumph: an electronically thrilling upgrade of Bowie, New Order, Talking Heads and The Fall, given wit and guts thanks to the exquisitely jaded presence of Murphy at its throbbing heart.

15

RADIOHEAD

In Rainbows SELF-RELEASED 2007

Much of the hoo-hah surrounding Radiohead’s seventh album concerned how you received and paid for it – amusingly, though bowled over by the wine, we somehow fixated on the bottle. Perhaps the album’s contents were simply too surprising: a record (or USB stick, or whatever) that provided the fullest realisation yet of the band’s paranoid techno and baroque live rock, In Rainbows was beautiful, yes. But it was also strangely groovy, too.

14

PRIMAL SCREAM

XTRMNTR CREATION 2002

It’s rare that a band’s sixth album should be considered their best; but with XTRMNTR, it felt like Primal Scream broke new ground. Moving away from the tired Stones pastiches and junkie millennial blues of their two previous efforts, XTRMTR was fired by a righteous social conscience and a thrilling, anything-is-possible musical agenda that incorporated Krautrock on “Shoot Speed/Kill Light”, free jazz on “If They Move, Kill ‘Em” (masterminded by My Bloody Valentine’s Kevin Shields), “Pills”‘ scrawny hip hop and the extreme noise of “Accelerator”.

13

GILLIAN WELCH

Time (The Revelator) ACONY 2001

Welch and partner David Rawlings’ third album was recorded in Nashville’s historic RCA Studio B, but it was no period piece. From the austere opener, “Revelator”, onwards, the combination of Welch’s icy vocals, and Rawlings’ gnarly, exploratory guitar-work pulled traditional blues, country and folk influences into bold new shapes. Producer T-Bone Burnett kept things simple on the lovely “Elvis Presley Blues”, but Welch’s ambition was fully-realised on the epic “I Dream A Highway” which betrayed a debt to Neil Young at his most strung-out.

12

PORTISHEAD

Third ISLAND 2008

For their first album in 11 years, Adrian Utley, Geoff Barrow and Beth Gibbons upgraded the mournful trip hop of the ’90s for something rather more sinister. Third was a shock, and shockingly good – an apocalyptic, uncompromising clash of Krautrock, folk, electronica, even techno, cut through with a sense of foreboding that seemed to soundtrack a world in meltdown. The perfect record for the times, then, and Uncut’s Album Of The Year for 2008.

11

THE FLAMING LIPS

Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots WARNER BROS 2002

Following 1999’s The Soft Bulletin looked daunting for The Flaming Lips, but Yoshimi… – a similarly expansive sci-fi treatise on mortality, war, compassion, the incredible resolve of the human spirit and so on – proved they were up to the challenge. If anything, its high-definition, electronically adjusted psych-pop superseded The Soft Bulletin. And, in “Do You Realize??”, the Lips successfully coined an enduring wedding/funeral song for a generation just accepting that they might need something of the kind.

10

FLEET FOXES

Fleet Foxes BELLA UNION 2008

Technically Robin Pecknold and

the Fleet Foxes originated from Seattle, but many listeners to their debut could’ve been forgiven for imagining they came from a kind of American Arcadia, such was the bucolic magic summoned up by the 11 tracks. Ostensibly another five bearded indie-rockers with a taste for their parents’ folk records, Fleet Foxes effortlessly transcended such a stereotype, thanks to Pecknold’s calm gifts of melody and their unwavering, beatific harmonies.

9

Ryan Adams

Heartbreaker bloodshot/cooking vinyl 2000

If things had gone differently for him, it could have been Ryan Adams on the cover of this month’s Uncut instead of Jack White. Heartbreaker was his first solo album, largely an exquisite collection of charred and tattered songs about a doomed relationship and its bitter aftermath that promised a glorious future for Adams’ perfectly nuanced Americana. However, drugs, personal instability and a flair for self-destruction eventually denied him the elevation to rock’s pantheon of greats he clearly craved, despite good work still to come on Gold and often underrated albums like Cold Roses and Jacksonville City Nights.

8

Bob Dylan

Modern Times SONY 2006

The stately follow-up to “Love And Theft” was less wildly diverse, reflecting for the most part Dylan’s abiding passion for Chicago blues, but still traversed disparate musical territories with intuitive panache and graceful aplomb. The sense of whispered foreboding you could sometimes hear on its predecessor was given louder voice here, specifically on the apocalyptic meditations of “Workingman’s Blues # 2” and “Ain’t Talkin'”, which closes with Dylan perhaps fatefully bound for “the last outback, at the world’s end”.

7

THE ARCADE FIRE

Funeral

ROUGH TRADE 2005

For an album so explicitly associated with death (at least three members of this Canadian septet suffered bereavement during recording), the Arcade Fire’s debut was nonetheless joyously uplifting. Certainly, the cacophony of instruments – accordions, xylophones, violins, horns – gave a ragged ebullience to “Wake Up” and “Rebellion (Lies)”, but also added a vivid, textured soundtrack to Win Butler and R‚gine Chassagne’s extraordinary vision. Theatrical, intense and ultimately cathartic.

6

Robert Plant and Alison Krauss

Raising Sand ROUnder 2007

An album of “dark, sexy Americana” was in every respect the last thing anybody – Jimmy Page, especially, you have to think – expected of Robert Plant. Raising Sand, recorded in Nashville with Grammy-winning bluegrass singer and fiddle player Alison Krauss and producer T-Bone Burnett, was a unilateral triumph, by some distance Plant’s best solo work. A regal celebration of the diversity of American roots music, it was also the album that denied the world the Zeppelin reunion it had long demanded, Plant preferring to tour with Krauss and Burnett.

5

THE STROKES

Is This It ROUGH TRADE 2001

Occasionally a record comes along that resets the clocks for rock, even if only for a short time. Definitely Maybe was one. Is This It was assuredly another: a joyful, lyrical and intelligent evocation of being young in a pre-9/11 New York City. The album’s apparent scruffiness belied the attention to detail beneath. Subtle, groovy and repeatedly rewarding, it didn’t just talk the talk, but walked the walk, too.

4

BRIAN WILSON

Smile NONESUCH 2004

A mere 37 years behind schedule, Wilson capped his late-career renaissance by finally finishing his magnum opus, confronting a good few of his enduring demons in the process. With Van Dyke Parks and arranger/multi-instrumentalist Darian Sahanaja by his side, Wilson painstakingly stitched his unsteady masterpiece together, and pulled off an unimaginable coup; a historical reconstruction that could satisfy even the most fanatical, bootleg-coveting Beach Boys fan.

3

WILCO

A Ghost Is Born

NONESUCH 2004

If Wilco’s fifth album might now be seen as Jeff Tweedy’s last ‘troubled’ record, it also stands as the highpoint of his storied career. Struggling with an addiction to painkillers, Tweedy and producer Jim O’Rourke steered the band towards an inspired hybrid of rock classicism and leftfield adventure, epitomised by the 11-minute long “Spiders (Kidsmoke)”, ostensibly stadium Krautrock. If guitarist

Nels Cline had joined in time for the sessions, it might (as 2005’s live album, Kicking Television, suggests) have been even better.

2

Bob Dylan

“Love And Theft” Sony 2001

Dylan’s first album of the 21st century was a kaleidoscopic engagement with the American songbook in all its vast and energising diversity that could also be heard as a musical autobiography and an informal history of America itself. The pensive gloom of ’97’s Time Out Of Mind was banished, replaced by a wry, sexy playfulness, and a lot of daft jokes. Stylistically, the album embraced with abundant confidence country, rockabilly, ragtime, vaudeville, languid jazz, hard blues and Western swing. “Love And Theft”‘s release on September 11, 2001, added an ominous resonance to its dramatic centrepiece, the apocalyptic “High Water (For Charley Patton)”.

1

The White Stripes

White Blood Cells – Sympathy for the record industry, 2001

Their third album, and still Jack White’s masterpiece. Ladies and gentlemen, the best record of the last 10 years…

And here he is, one last time. With four other White Stripes albums, two by The Raconteurs and one with Loretta Lynn in Uncut’s 150 Greatest Albums Of The Decade, it’s pretty obvious that Jack White has emerged from all this chin-stroking as the most significant rock’n’roll figure of the past 10 years. A tireless renaissance man, his records have continued to electrify and re-invigorate American musical tradition. “The blues is still number one for me,” he tells us. “It is the truth.”

White is perhaps the one musician to have come to prominence this decade who can fit comfortably into the classic rock pantheon, sharing the lofty airspace – and, occasionally, the stage – with heroes like Dylan, The Rolling Stones and Jimmy Page. One of the reasons why is that, for all his energetic and diverse projects, White’s output has been so thrillingly consistent, right up to this year’s Dead Weather album, Horehound.

But after much prevarication, Uncut decided that his finest moment – and our favourite album of the decade – was White Blood Cells, the third album by The White Stripes. Upon its release in the UK, a host of A&R men, supermodels and slightly desperate hacks pursued Jack and Meg White around Britain on a sticky, genuinely seminal debut tour. Had there ever been, before or since, such a tabloid furore about a rudimentary garage-rock album?

Almost certainly not. But, with hindsight, the fuss seems justified. White Blood Cells was the culmination of the White Stripes’ ballistic first phase, blues-rock history rescored for apoplectic guitar and primal thud. Alongside the post-Zep heroics, however, there was also a first hit single – the exuberant “Hotel Yorba” – and a bunch of tender, fraught ballads that introduced Jack White to the world as a boy romantic. Soon enough, White would be forced to mature in the public eye, as the album cover shot – a clutch of photographers clustered around the pair – implied so presciently. That he did so with such style and purpose is something of a miracle. But this raging, innocent album still stands – just! – as his masterpiece.

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Uncut’s 150 Albums of the Decade: Part two!

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Over the past 10 years, the musical landscape - and especially the ways in which we receive and listen to music - have been transformed at a pace few of us could have predicted. The musical cultures Uncut treasures, however, have continued to flourish. Indeed, some of our more obscure favourites, like Brightblack Morning Light or Lift To Experience, are now as available as a Dylan album; just a click away. To that end, Uncut's 150 is unashamedly a specialist's list, since it's easier than ever before to become a specialist. There are no concessions to eclecticism or commerce, just 150 LPs that have defined the tastes of Uncut's staff and, we hope, those of our readers. Fifteen of them appear on this month's free CD. Here they come, followed by an interview with the man who bestrides the 150 - and the decade - like a candycane-striped colossus... *** 100 to 51 100 JIM O'ROURKE Insignificance DOMINO 2001 O'Rourke's reputation as an avant-rock fixer meant his early Noughties were a frantic blur. He joined Sonic Youth, caused breakthroughs and ructions in the Wilco camp, among many other things, before retreating to Japan. He also managed one straightforward solo LP, Insignificance, completing his trilogy of Nic Roeg-inspired albums with a vigorous burst of Southern-tinged rock. Unpredictable - and hugely stimulating - to the last. 99 Babyshambles Down In Albion Rough Trade, 2005 The release of Pete Doherty's first post-Libertines album was overshadowed by the kind of extra-curricular anarchy that at the time regularly placed him in the so-called tabloid glare. First, there was the hilarious hoo-ha over pictures of his then-girlfriend, the leggy model Kate Moss, apparently enjoying a snoot-full of cocaine at a recording session. This was followed by a fortnight or so, during which the evidently hapless, but cheerfully unrepentant Doherty was being arrested up to twice a day on a variety of usually drug-related charges, often involving erratic driving at odd hours. This was actually quite funny for a while, as a bungling constabulary, like something out of an Ealing comedy, pursued him hither and yon. But it became quickly tiresome. Especially when Down In Albion was finally released and a majority of the reviews turned out to be more preoccupied with Doherty's seemingly headlong descent into a tawdry junkie hell, the nation's moral well-being apparently threatened by his conspicuous flouting of authority and wilful disregard for the law's long arm. When the music was mentioned, it was usually criticised for being poorly played, weakly produced (by former Clash guitarist Mick Jones), a stuttering mix of largely undernourished indie rock, feeble white ska and whimsical doodles of not much use to anyone. The record, fortunately, had its champions - Tony Parsons on BBC 2's Late Review, for instance, put up a particularly spirited defence. For them, anyway, Down In Albion was less the messy abomination of popular opinion than a charismatic masterpiece, wholly preferable to the gorblimey rambunctiousness of The Libertines and closer in mood and temperament to classic albums with an inclination towards desolation and burn-out - among them Neil Young's Tonight's The Night, The Replacements' All Shook Down and Big Star's third album, Sister/Lovers. There were defiant anthems like "Fuck Forever", "8 Dead Boys" and "Pipedown", fuelled by Patrick Walden's spectacular guitar riffs, some raffish pop excursions, and much charred melodrama on songs like "Merry Go Round" and the epic delirium of "Up The Morning". Not that many people by then were actually listening, Doherty for them, the indifferent many, a wholly lost cause, a wasted talent, a view of him that persisted through the release of the second Babyshambles album, 2007's more conventionally presentable Shotters Nation, produced by Stephen Street, excellent in many respects but yet lacking the unrepeatable blasted aura of ...Albion. 98 THE AVALANCHES Since I Left You XL 2000 Odd that such a very "London" album should be made by a bunch of Australians. Assembled entirely of samples from an eclectic array of sources, Since I Left You was vast, sprawling 'concept disco', essentially one long track united by a meticulous, forensic funkiness. The deceptively jaunty "Frontier Psychiatrist" was the calling card, and a lot of work clearly went into sounding effortless. Which might explain why, a decade on, we still await a follow-up. 97 PAUL WELLER 22 Dreams ISLAND/UMG 2008 Approaching 50, Weller's sudden enjoyment of his own creativity was evident on this sprawling 70-minute album, which loosely recorded the passing of the seasons. It also showed Weller (under the wing of producer Simon Dine) enjoying the freedom to follow his muse, from psych and jazzy experimentation to the trad-rock of "Push It Along", the balladry of "Where'er Ye Go" and the wistfulness of "Sea Spray" which hovered - like Weller's best work, between honesty and embarrassment. 96 RUFUS WAINWRIGHT Want One DREAMWORKS 2003 Though written in the throes of substance abuse and general VIP-area hijinks, Wainwright's third album still maintained a sharp focus on his ongoing state of dissolution. A work of hamminess, waspish remarks and great tenderness ("My phone's on vibrate for you..."), it was a record with great depth. The musical surface, meanwhile, was sweet and highly detailed. The icing, ultimately, on an extraordinary cake. 95 GRANDADDY The Sophtware Slump V2 2000 Out of an unglamorous corner of California, Jason Lytle and Grandaddy established themselves as architects of unstable psych-pop, like a melancholy, redneck Flaming Lips. This second LP was their masterpiece, a queasy Pavement-meets-Floyd soundscape of wheezing synths and chugging guitars, over which Lytle, in his watery Neil Young tones, detailed a vision of a land where nature was forced to interact with the broken-down detritus of modern life. 94 DEVENDRA BANHART Oh Me Oh My...The Way The Day Goes By The Sun Is Setting Dogs Are Dreaming Lovesongs Of The Christmas Spirit YOUNG GOD 2002 Before he became infamous as a sort of psych-folk jester, Banhart initially seemed a rather unnerving presence on this debut album. Recorded solo to four-track, the sketchy songs and fragments revealed Banhart as a striking voice reminiscent of Syd Barrett, Karen Dalton and the early Marc Bolan. And, amid all the vivid surrealism, it suggested Banhart was not just an imaginative new singer-songwriter but, potentially, a creepy lord of misrule, too. 93 THE STREETS A Grand Don't Come For Free 679 2004 Released, coincidentally, at exactly the same time that the word "chav" entered the national vocabulary, A Grand Don't Come For Free took Mike Skinner's urban tales to a conceptual level. A shaggy dog story about a missing œ1000 provided the narrative. The two standouts "Fit But You Know It", and the anthemic "Dry Your Eyes", meanwhile, confirmed Skinner as an everygeezer for the ages. 92 TOM WAITS Real Gone ANTI- 2004 Traditionalists who yearned for Waits to abandon his experimental urges and return to barroom balladry were given little succour by this set. Waits played no piano, preferring to focus on vocal percussion, while his band hammered out inverted circus rhythms. Beneath the clamour, there was a preoccupation with death, on the bleak "How's It Gonna End", the tender "Dead And Lovely" and the fractured lullaby "Green Grass", but the highlight was the tender anti-war ballad "Day After Tomorrow", one of Waits' finest songs. 91 John Cale HoboSapiens EMI 2003 Cale's first solo album in seven years was partly informed by a recent immersion in hip hop and an infatuation with The Beta Band. For all its modish production values, loops, beats, whatever, HoboSapiens was quintessential Cale, an unsettling mix of off-kilter pop and art-noise terror. The album's deranged centrepiece, "Letter From Abroad" - "They're cutting their heads off in the soccer fields/Feeding them to the hyenas" - was fearsomely reminiscent of early-'80s classics of geopolitical dread like "Sanities" and "Wilson Joliet". 90 Bright Eyes I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning saddle creek 2005 In January 2005, Conor Oberst released two new Bright Eyes albums simultaneously. Digital Ash In A Digital Urn was an excursion into synth-led electronica. I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning, more accessibly, was a bountiful mix of breezy folk narratives and melancholic Americana. It was a concept album, of sorts, about love, heartbreak, discovery, a Blood On The Tracks for the 21st Century, the Iraq war an ominous backdrop to Oberst's hugely affecting songs. 89 NEIL YOUNG Living With War REPRISE 2006 Among Young's varied Noughties output, a spirit of indignant spontaneity kept rising to the surface. Much like 2009's Fork In The Road, Living With War was a piece of reportage written and recorded on the hoof - in nine days, to be exact. Besides a rudimentary band, however, Young had a bizarre plan for these impassioned grouches against the Bush administration, roping in a bugler and a 100-strong choir to create a sort of garage rock hymnal. A prescient tip for one Barack Obama in there, too. 88 THE WHITE STRIPES Get Behind Me Satan XL 2000 With a mischievous duality typical of the man, the fifth White Stripes LP was Jack White's strangest and yet poppiest work of the decade. Often eschewing his guitar for a piano or marimba, it found White writing spiky soul-pop jingles like "My Doorbell" and "The Denial Twist" alongside discordant experiments. Most striking, though, was a sense of White grappling with the impact of fame: on the outstanding "Take Take Take", he analysed the star/fan relationship by painting himself as a stalkerish obsessive. 87 QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE Rated R INTERSCOPE 2000 If rock'n'roll is a country, in 2000, Queens Of The Stone Age wrote its national anthem. "Feelgood Hit Of The Summer", the opening track here, shouted a roll call of abusable stimulants - all of which would appear to be running through the bloodstream of this terrific second album. Josh Homme's free-roaming band would accomplish better things, and more cerebral things. But here they took their illegal wares, and set out their intoxicating stall. 86 PJ HARVEY White Chalk ISLAND 2007 After the somewhat predatorial Uh Huh Her (2004), the image presented by Harvey on her seventh album was radically different: a sort of buttoned-up, repressed Victorian Gothic. The music, meanwhile, showed the typically chimeric artist working harder than ever to stretch herself, singing in a higher register than usual and accompanying herself on piano, which she could barely play. Amazingly, the results were subtle and striking; far from a conceptual experiment, the songs tapped directly into the power and directness of Harvey's very best work. 85 MIA Arular XL 2004 The debut album by London-born vocalist/producer Mathangi "Maya" Arulpragasam trawls the shanty towns of the world, plundering Brazilian baile funk, dancehall beats, London grime and Bollywood fanfares. Using a mix of playground chants and rude bwoy posturing, Maya lectured on the ill-effects of globalisation while relishing the thrilling artistic possibilities that globalisation granted her. Cultural tourism never sounded so good. 84 DAVID BOWIE Heathen COLUMBIA 2002 Following his late-'90s left-turn into inscrutable artrock and avuncular drum and bass, by 2002 Bowie was easing into the role of 21st-century national treasure, curating the Meltdown festival and delivering his most conventionally Bowie-ish album since Scary Monsters. Fittingly, Heathen found him reunited with producer Tony Visconti, covering the Legendary Stardust Cowboy (one of the inspirations for Ziggy), the Pixies and Neil Young, and even delivering a genuinely heartwarming dedication to his son, "Everyone Says Hi". 83 OUTKAST Stankonia Arista 2000 Fired by the irresistible "Ms Jackson", Outkast's breakthrough was a record like few others this decade, managing to be both gangsta (thanks to the gritty rhymes of Big Boi) and deeply camp (the uninhibited ambition of Andr‚ 3000), a dichotomy conveniently illustrated by its cover art. But it worked as an album - even at 70-plus minutes - as the joins were seamless: welding hip hop to Prince and the sci-fi funk of George Clinton, whose spirit was everywhere. 82 DRIVE-BY TRUCKERS The Dirty South New West 2004 At the turn of the century, it would have seemed unwise to invest heavily in Drive-By Truckers becoming one of the most important American bands of this decade. The Alabama group's studio output to that point consisted of two albums of beery boogie whose gravitas could be estimated from their titles: Gangstabilly and Pizza Deliverance. However 2001's sprawling, intense concept album, Southern Rock Opera changed everything, and its follow-up, 2003's Decoration Day confirmed DBTs' elevated status as rock'n'roll chroniclers of the Southern experience. The Dirty South was another peak, as the band flaunted an understanding that the received wisdoms about their native South - as a gothic mess of backwardness, superstition and melodrama - amounted to an endless supply of preconceptions to invert and confront. As is often the case with DBTs' muses, whether Alabama governor George Wallace or Lynyrd Skynyrd, the DBTs' songs read like their own efforts to figure out their feelings about the heroes and bogeymen of their upbringings. "The Sands Of Iwo Jima" is only tangentially about the World War II battlefield: it was really a song about Patterson Hood's great uncle, who fought there, and about the incomprehensible mystery such people represent to those younger, and less tested. Jason Isbell's "The Day John Henry Died" recognised that the real point of the legend of the all-American working-man's folk hero isn't that he won, but that he died trying. Mike Cooley's "Carl Perkins' Cadillac" was a characteristically deadpan sketch of music business chicanery. All of which, in the hands of musicians less cheerfully unreconstructed, could have made The Dirty South resemble academic essays in anthropology. This was never a danger with the DBTs, who ladled a rich stew of Skynyrd and Springsteen, Sherrill and the Stones. Though the DBTs took seriously their role as champions of the disregarded and misunderstood, they understood that they were first and foremost a rock'n'roll band, and on The Dirty South they sounded plausibly like the best one in the world. 81 Okkervil River The Stage Names jagjaguwar, 2007 Will Sheff's Okkervil River attracted a cult audience with 2005's Black Sheep Boy, an austere song-cycle about the unapologetically self-destructive life of '60s singer-songwriter Tim Hardin. The Stage Names, its follow-up, was brasher, noisier, an often delirious mix of Sheff's myriad influences - the Velvets, Stones, Faces, Dylan, Bowie - that brilliantly examined notions of identity, celebrity, loss, reckless living, and who some people become when being themselves is no longer who they want to be. 80 LEVON HELM Electric Dirt DIRT FARMER/VANGUARD 2009 On his second album after recovering from throat cancer, the legendary drummer/singer of The Band embraced life while confronting his own mortality. Electric Dirt seemed to spring up from the soil of rural America, intertwining gospel, folk, blues and R'n'B on a mesmerising collection of hardscrabble originals and outsider songs from Muddy Waters and the Dead. Playing it felt like slipping into your oldest pair of Levi's. 79 KINGS OF LEON Only By The Night COLUMBIA 2008 The Followill lads arrived in 2003 like a rock band straight out of central casting, with a back story to match, growing exponentially from one LP to the next and finally breaking the States behind this fierce beast of a record. The hormonal thrum of "Sex On Fire", the arena-rock majesty of "Use Somebody" and the existential sweep of "Cold Desert" bore the confidence, ambition and chops of a world-class band. 78 JOHNNY CASH American III: Solitary Man AMERICAN 2000 Begun at Cash's Hendersonville cabin and completed in seven days at producer Rick Rubin's Hollywood home, the duo's third collaboration offered the usual mix of standards, Cash originals and inspired covers, opening fine re-workings of Tom Petty and Jeff Lynne's "I Won't Back Down" and Neil Diamond's "Solitary Man". Cash transformed U2's "One" and Nick Cave's "The Mercy Seat" into Old Testament epistles. Most strikingly, he amplified the existential dread of Will Oldham's "I See A Darkness". 77 KANYE WEST The College Dropout ROC-A-FELLA 2004 If West's ego at times overshadows his work, a return listen to his first two LPs should confirm him as the decade's pre-eminent hip hop statesman. This 2004 debut just gets the nod over 2005's Late Registration, not least because West necessarily rapped more about his ambitions than his triumphs at the time. So witty tales of frustrated days spent working at Gap came dressed in lavish style, with the critical assistance of John Legend augmenting West's sure handling of classic soul samples. 76 BECK Seachange GEFFEN 2002 Born from the collapse of a relationship, Seachange saw Beck Hansen plot a new course, jettisoning the day-glo irony of 1999's Midnite Vultures and embracing something formerly alien to this po-mo bard: sincerity. A sombre song cycle, indebted to English folk and country rock and polished up beautifully by producer Nigel Godrich, songs like "Guess I'm Doing Fine" were heavy in sentiment, but found a cold comfort in sad words and sobs of pedal steel. 75 Gorillaz Demon Days PARLOPHONE 2005 Even taking the experimentation of Blur's later records into account, Damon Albarn's work away from the band that made him famous has been surprising. There was a journey into soundtracks (including 1999's Ravenous, with classical composer Michael Nyman), while a trip to Mali on behalf of Oxfam in 2000 led to the creation of a dedicated 'World Music' label, Honest Jon's, and a solo album, Mali Music, steeped in the rhythms of West Africa. But it was Gorillaz, the virtual group he concocted with graphic artist Jamie Hewlett, that nonetheless represented the biggest shift. Gorillaz' music, as evidenced on the eponymous 2001 debut album, was a blend of dub, hip hop, and dark pop, fired by dirty hooks and hipster collaborations (Dan The Automator, Del Tha Funkee Homosapien). But this was as much 'multimedia project' as musical venture. The videos that accompanied smash singles like "Clint Eastwood" were astonishingly detailed; on their unfeasibly high-tech website Albarn and Hewlett delighted in creating Byzantine backstories and 'mockumentaries' for the band's fictional members - Russel, Noodle, Murdoc and 2D. Fan participation was keenly solicited, figurines went on sale, even a film, to be produced by Harvey Weinstein, was mooted. As a satirical comment on the emptiness of pop culture, it was blackly ironic. 2005's Demon Days - loosely a concept album about the last primates to survive the apocalypse - went further still, loaded with disquieting sounds and an unfolding cinematic grace. Albarn and producer Brian "Danger Mouse" Burton enlisted a magnificently odd supporting cast, including De La Soul, Ike Turner, Neneh Cherry, Roots Manuva, Dennis Hopper, and, of course, the Mondays' Shaun Ryder, whose Mancunian brogue helped make the sensational "DARE" one of the singles of the year, if not the decade. Indeed, the album's other singles - "Feel Good Inc", "Dirty Harry", "Kids With Guns" were all killers, whose radio-friendly choruses mitigated a general air of dystopian menace. Albarn was soon shapeshifting again, with The Good, The Bad & The Queen, the stage musical Monkey: Journey To The West and the small matter of that Blur reunion. But it was Demon Days that defined his decade. It's astonishing - but somehow heartening - to think that a record as bleak, and as clever as this, could sell over six million copies. 74 ELBOW Asleep In The Back V2 2001 Over four albums, Elbow spent the decade building a reputation as one of Britain's most reliably satisfying bands - a perspective finally shared by the masses with the success of 2008's The Seldom Seen Kid. Nevertheless, their debut was their most significant release, conforming with the vogue for melodic, emotionally nuanced, post-Radiohead rock, but adding a proggish extra dimension. Asleep In The Back possessed a grace and effortlessness, too, which belied its tortuous gestation, involving as it did three years and as many labels. 73 ELLIOTT SMITH Figure 8 DOMINO 2000 The last album Smith completed before he died in 2003, Figure 8 expanded on the template of 1998's XO, with ornate chamber-pop arrangements to complement his inherently Beatlesy songwriting. Apparently energised by a move to LA, Smith's characteristically rueful songs occasionally hinted at brighter possibilities; "All I want now is happiness for you and me," he sang on "Happiness". Soon enough, though, it became clear that the city had exacerbated Smith's problems rather than solved them. 72 Emmylou Harris Red Dirt Girl Grapevine 2000 Harris' career, which had for a while been merely drifting, was rejuvenated by 1995's Daniel Lanois-produced Wrecking Ball, which highlighted her exquisite gifts as an interpretive singer. One of the great surprises on its belated follow-up was that 11 of the 12 songs here were self-composed. Harris had written memorable songs before - 1975's "Boulder To Birmingham", for example - but the sustained brilliance of compositions like "Michaelangelo", "The Pearl" and "Bang The Drum Slowly" were a revelation. 71 TV ON THE RADIO Dear Science 4AD 2008 Renowned as architects of a dense, intense art-rock (bandmember David Sitek exported their aesthetic to a raft of Brooklyn bands in his other role as an in-demand producer), TV On The Radio's third album also found the group wrestling with a fraught, dynamic funk. Ferocious horns and energetic nods to Prince and Bowie proliferated, while Tunde Adebimpe and Kyp Malone's lyrical abstractions became much more direct: Dear Science now often sounds like one last exasperated, impassioned rant against the lunacy of the Bush administration. 70 THE GOOD, THE BAD & THE QUEEN The Good, The Bad & The Queen PARLOPHONE 2007 Damon Albarn executed yet another career left-turn with The Good, The Bad & The Queen. Essentially a supergroup comprised of Albarn's west London neighbour Paul Simonon, Blur's touring guitarist (and ex-Verve) Simon Tong and Afrobeat drummer Tony Allen, TGTB&TQ's album was an atmospheric song-cycle about modern London life - an older, wiser successor to Parklife, if you will. Like the capital's weather, TGTB&TQ could be grey, gloomy and overcast - but never dreary. 69 ARCTIC MONKEYS Favourite Worst Nightmare DOMINO 2007 The Monkeys' fascination with Queens Of The Stone Age was made explicit on this year's Humbug, but the Sheffield band's excellent second album already betrayed a desire to escape from Britpop stereotypes. So while Alex Turner's nuanced observations remained rooted in the Steel City, and his winding song structures still had hints of The Strokes and The Libertines, they were now often delivered with significant extra heft, not least thanks to the fervid, aerobic drumming of Matt Helders. 68 D'ANGELO Voodoo Virgin 2000 For his second LP, R&B's forgotten superstar and his producer, Ahmir "Questlove" Thompson, painstakingly mined the textures of classic soul. Sessions at NYC's Electric Lady studios (with Sly Stone's There's A Riot Going On reportedly on constant loop) produced a seductive, sinuous record that brought a warmth and sensuality - rather than just sexuality - to modern R&B. Despite its success, D'Angelo soon became disillusioned with the music industry and, 10 years on, is yet to make another album. 67 MIDLAKE The Trials Of Van Occupanther BELLA UNION 2006 Though they met as earnest jazz students at the University of North Texas in the late '90s, by 2006, Midlake had established a world of their own: a curious American backwoods where the creamy harmonies of mid-'70s Fleetwood Mac drifted back to the 19th Century of Henry David Thoreau, combining into a wistful, oddly successful concept album. If the narratives remained hazy, with tracks like "Roscoe" Midlake offered unalloyed classic rock thrills. 66 JAY-Z The Blueprint ROC-A-FELLA 2001 With no little business cunning, Jay-Z spent the decade consolidating a position as the rap legend it was OK for rock fans to like: consorting with Coldplay; headlining Glastonbury. His albums, though, were generally inferior to his '90s output, with this big exception. The Blueprint was a rich tribute to old-school hip hop and classic soul (many samples cued up by Kanye West, then a rookie Roc-A-Fella producer), and a similarly extravagant tribute to Jay-Z himself - an inventively immodest rap kingpin, slaying his rivals (Nas, chiefly) with hilarious bon mots. 65 RUFUS WAINWRIGHT Poses DREAMWORKS 2000 Poses wasn't so much an album, as a swoon set to music. Rufus' debut had proclaimed his melodic talent - here, with songs composed while resident at the Chelsea Hotel, he filled out the picture, painting a demi-monde in which he lurched from one exquisite crisis to another, at the mercy of his many cravings. His talent is to trade in self-knowledge - and miraculously, never melodrama. 64 LIFT TO EXPERIENCE The Texas-Jerusalem Crossroads BELLA UNION 2001 Lift To Experience, the earthly vehicle of Josh T Pearson, existed like a thunderclap, penning just one album of elemental force and astonishing conviction before disappearing forever. Luckily, The Texas-Jerusalem Crossroads remains a monumental testament. A concept piece powered by Pearson's conviction that the end of the world is coming and Texas is the promised land, songs like "These Are The Days" imagined a cosmic country rock lifted on hurricane-force guitar. 63 THE ROLLING STONES A Bigger Bang VIRGIN 2005 At the dawn of the 21st century, even their most loyal fans would've doubted that the Stones would make one of the best albums of the decade. Yet while a good few of their records were heralded as 'returns to form', A Bigger Bang was the real thing, a capacious package of stadium raunch, blues and industrial-strength innuendo, piloted by a Mick Jagger who, for once, seemed as engaged by creative decisions as he was by business strategies. 62 GHOSTFACE KILLAH Fishscale DEF JAM 2006 Talk about the fall of an empire. With some of the Wu-Tang Clan starring in movies (Raekwon, Method Man), and some driving taxis, it was only Ghost, the Staten Island crew's most expressive MC, who in 2006 still seemed focused on hip hop. Those still listening were rewarded with Fishscale: old soul beats, pugilism and, of course, tales of drug smuggling. This was the Wu meets The Wire, and thoroughly magnificent for it. 61 NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS The Lyre Of Orpheus/Abattoir Blues MUTE 2003 The departure of long-time member Blixa Bargeld didn't scupper the Bad Seeds' ship - simply steered it into more dangerous waters. With violinist Warren Ellis, and Gallon Drunk's James Johnston in charge of the noise, Cave took command of his new rock'n'roll concerns - "marriage, flowers, shit like that". The result was an album of equal parts hysteria and wisteria. 60 LORETTA LYNN Van Lear Rose INTERSCOPE 2005 Sceptics might have wondered about the wisdom of the ageing country legend teaming up with Jack White, but this collision of cultures was rescued by White's sincerity, and the fact that Lynn provided most of the songs. Occasionally - as on the amped-up Grammy-winning duet "Portland Oregon" - White's musical muscularity threatened to overwhelm the tenderness of Lynn's songs. But when he let Loretta be Loretta, as on the simple, heartfelt "Miss Being Mrs", the results were simply bewitching. 59 THE WHITE STRIPES De Stijl SYMPATHY FOR THE RECORD INDUSTRY 2000 The first White Stripes album of the millennium (and the second of their career), De Stijl perfectly showcased Jack and Meg White's vigorous aesthetic. The title, taken from a Dutch art movement that flourished in the 1920s, signposted a high-concept, minimalist project. But it was hardly a sterile one, as the McCartneyish ballads, flat-out garage rockers and eviscerating blues proved so eloquently. And the showstopping take on Son House's "Death Letter", especially, revealed White to be an inventive guitar virtuoso in a quite different class to his indie peers. 58 BOB DYLAN Together Through Life COLUMBIA 2009 There was a seven year gap between 1990's Under The Red Sky and Time Out Of Mind, Dylan's only albums of original material in the '90s. The past 10 years, however, saw in relatively brisk succession three classic albums of new songs, plus the abundant riches of the Tell Tale Signs archive set. The latter was part of the ongoing Bootleg Series, which since 2000 has included Live 1966, an official release at last for the much-bootlegged Royal Albert Hall performance with The Hawks, and Live 1975, recorded during the Rolling Thunder Tour. As unlikely as it seems to many, another new album, Christmas In The Heart, on which Dylan covers a variety of Christmas carols and yuletide standards is imminently due, wrapping up the decade on a suitably seasonal note. We should also note that between 2001's "Love And Theft" and 2005's Modern Times, Dylan also published Chronicles, a brilliant first volume of his autobiography, which to the relief of anyone who'd struggled 40 years ago with Tarantula was a memoir that fair sparkled with wit, anecdote and colourful digression. In 2003, there was even a movie, the unspurprisingly eccentric Masked & Anonymous, which Dylan wrote and starred in. And then there was Dylan's blossoming second career as a DJ, as host of Bob Dylan's Theme Time Radio Hour, not to mention the small matter of what continues to be known, to Dylan's apparent disapproval, as The Never-Ending Tour. Approaching 70, Dylan, to borrow a phrase from Robert Plant, marches on, undaunted. Together Through Life was the third of Dylan's albums of new material in the Noughties and despite the typically hard look it takes at the world and its woes, it was a record of rugged ebullience, sardonic vigour, unkempt and wonderfully raw. Recorded quickly after a commission to write a song for Olivier Dahan's road movie, My Own Love Song - which inspired the wounded growl of "Life Is Hard" - the prevailing mood of Together Through Life's 10 tracks was one of boisterous fatalism, played with a stoic swagger and lots of accordion, and sung by Dylan in a voice as old as time itself. 57 ROBERT WYATT Cuckooland HANNIBAL 2003 Even by Wyatt's own standards Cuckooland was a wonderfully jazzy record, but it still had its undeniably eerie moments. Throughout, a sense of unease and madness in the political world was mirrored in the natural one: here were to be found several sly foxes and a very creepy forest indeed. Paul Weller, David Gilmour and Eno guested - Wyatt himself remained the reluctant star. 56 SONIC YOUTH Murray Street GEFFEN 2002 As the new decade began, fans might have expected the band to drift further into experimental waters, not least with the recruitment of the maverick Jim O'Rourke as a full-time member. Instead, the Noughties saw a renewed focus and drive. Murray Street, named after the band's studio, mere blocks from Ground Zero, compounded their status as the quintessential New York band of the age - and was good enough to rank alongside their best late-'80s work. 55 BJORK Vespertine ONE LITTLE INDIAN 2001 Originally named 'Domestika', and with opening tracks called "Hidden Place" and "Cocoon", Bj”rk's fifth solo album was, as that working title suggested, a conscious retreat into private music. A troupe of electronica artists were called in to provide the clicks and cuts, but the vision and aesthetic remained intoxicatingly Bj”rkish, at once loftily conceptual and unnervingly personal; "electronic folk music", was the phrase she used, aptly. 54 MAGNETIC FIELDS 69 Love Songs MERGE 2000 Though he had been cultivating his songwriterly cult for over a decade, it was only with the release of 69 Love Songs that Stephin Merritt's audacity became fully apparent. Conceived as an epic variety show/instant songbook, the triple album inaugurated an era of sky-high-concept pop, and delivered on the conceit. With his private company of cowgirls and crooners, across genres from free jazz via Broadway to musique concrŠte, Merritt teased, tormented and tickled the love song into new life. 53 INTERPOL Turn On The Bright Lights MATADOR 2002 Harsher critics called them a Joy Division tribute, but keener ears heard the Psychedelic Furs and the Bunnymen in there too, and multiple plays revealed Turn On The Bright Lights to be one of the more sophisticated offerings of New York's new wave. "Obstacle 1" melded Paul Banks' strangulated vocal with rapier-like guitars, while moments like "NYC", with its wearied refrain that "New York cares", achieved a smouldering, stately gloom. 52 Dizzee Rascal Boy In Da Corner XL 2003 Not only did 19-year-old MC Dylan Mills win a Mercury Prize with his debut album, not only did he rap in an arrhythmic, tight-throated patois which reinvented hip hop in an English accent, but his production sounded like nothing on earth - an eerie mix of Nintendo bleeps, cellphone chirrups and Philip Glass-style minimalism. It would take Dizzee three more albums before he converted critical acclaim into sales, but he'd never make anything as odd as this again. Nobody could. 51 Warren Zevon The Wind ARTEMIS 2003 Zevon's 2000 comeback album after a five-year musical exile was the typically mordant Life'll Kill Ya. With a brutal irony he might in other circumstances have otherwise relished, Zevon only two years later was diagnosed with inoperable cancer and given three months to live. The Wind was his valiant response, unsentimental, harrowing and often defiantly hilarious. Famous friends rallied around, including Jackson Browne, Tom Petty and Bruce Springsteen on the rousing state-of-the-union diatribe, "Disorder In The House".

Over the past 10 years, the musical landscape – and especially the ways in which we receive and listen to music – have been transformed at a pace few of us could have predicted. The musical cultures Uncut treasures, however, have continued to flourish. Indeed, some of our more obscure favourites, like Brightblack Morning Light or Lift To Experience, are now as available as a Dylan album; just a click away.

To that end, Uncut’s 150 is unashamedly a specialist’s list, since it’s easier than ever before to become a specialist. There are no concessions to eclecticism or commerce, just 150 LPs that have defined the tastes of Uncut’s staff and, we hope, those of our readers. Fifteen of them appear on this month’s free CD. Here they come, followed by an interview with the man who bestrides the 150 – and the decade – like a candycane-striped colossus…

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JIM O’ROURKE

Insignificance DOMINO 2001

O’Rourke’s reputation as an avant-rock fixer meant his early Noughties were

a frantic blur.

He joined Sonic Youth, caused breakthroughs and ructions in the Wilco camp, among many other things, before retreating to Japan. He also managed one straightforward solo LP, Insignificance, completing his trilogy of Nic Roeg-inspired albums with a vigorous burst of Southern-tinged rock. Unpredictable – and hugely stimulating – to

the last.

99

Babyshambles

Down In Albion Rough Trade, 2005

The release of Pete Doherty’s first post-Libertines album was overshadowed by the kind of extra-curricular anarchy that at the time regularly placed him in the so-called tabloid glare. First, there was the hilarious hoo-ha over pictures of his then-girlfriend, the leggy model Kate Moss, apparently enjoying a snoot-full of cocaine at a recording session.

This was followed by a fortnight or so, during which the evidently hapless, but cheerfully unrepentant Doherty was being arrested up to twice a day on a variety of usually drug-related charges, often involving erratic driving at odd hours. This was actually quite funny for a while, as a bungling constabulary, like something out of an Ealing comedy, pursued him hither and yon. But it became quickly tiresome. Especially when Down In Albion was finally released and a majority of the reviews turned out to be more preoccupied with Doherty’s seemingly headlong descent into a tawdry junkie hell, the nation’s moral well-being apparently threatened by his conspicuous flouting of authority and wilful disregard for the law’s long arm.

When the music was mentioned, it was usually criticised for being poorly played, weakly produced (by former Clash guitarist Mick Jones), a stuttering mix of largely undernourished indie rock, feeble white ska and whimsical doodles of not much use to anyone.

The record, fortunately, had its champions – Tony Parsons on BBC 2’s Late Review, for instance, put up a particularly spirited defence. For them, anyway, Down In Albion was less the messy abomination of popular opinion than a charismatic masterpiece, wholly preferable to the gorblimey rambunctiousness of The Libertines and closer in mood and temperament to classic albums with an inclination towards desolation and burn-out – among them Neil Young’s Tonight’s The Night, The Replacements’ All Shook Down and Big Star’s third album, Sister/Lovers.

There were defiant anthems like “Fuck Forever”, “8 Dead Boys” and “Pipedown”, fuelled by Patrick Walden’s spectacular guitar riffs, some raffish pop excursions, and much charred melodrama on songs like “Merry Go Round” and the epic delirium of “Up The Morning”. Not that many people by then were actually listening, Doherty for them, the indifferent many, a wholly lost cause, a wasted talent, a view of him that persisted through the release of the second Babyshambles album, 2007’s more conventionally presentable Shotters Nation, produced by Stephen Street, excellent in many respects but yet lacking the unrepeatable blasted aura of …Albion.

98

THE AVALANCHES

Since I Left You XL 2000

Odd that such a very “London” album should be made

by a bunch of Australians. Assembled entirely of samples from an eclectic array of sources, Since I Left You was vast, sprawling ‘concept disco’, essentially one long track united by a meticulous, forensic funkiness.

The deceptively jaunty “Frontier Psychiatrist” was the calling card, and a lot of work clearly went into sounding effortless. Which might explain why, a decade on, we still await a follow-up.

97

PAUL WELLER

22 Dreams ISLAND/UMG 2008

Approaching 50, Weller’s sudden enjoyment of his own creativity was evident on this sprawling 70-minute album, which loosely recorded the passing of the seasons. It also showed Weller (under the wing of producer Simon Dine) enjoying the freedom to follow his muse, from psych and jazzy experimentation to the trad-rock of “Push It Along”, the balladry of “Where’er Ye Go” and the wistfulness of “Sea Spray” which hovered – like Weller’s best work, between honesty and embarrassment.

96

RUFUS WAINWRIGHT

Want One DREAMWORKS 2003

Though written in the throes of substance abuse and general VIP-area hijinks, Wainwright’s third album still maintained a sharp focus on his ongoing state of dissolution. A work of hamminess, waspish remarks and great tenderness (“My phone’s on vibrate for you…”), it was a record with great depth. The musical surface, meanwhile, was sweet and highly detailed. The icing, ultimately, on an extraordinary cake.

95

GRANDADDY

The Sophtware Slump V2 2000

Out of an unglamorous corner of California, Jason Lytle and Grandaddy established themselves as architects of unstable psych-pop, like a melancholy, redneck Flaming Lips. This second LP was their masterpiece, a queasy Pavement-meets-Floyd soundscape of wheezing synths and chugging guitars, over which Lytle, in his watery Neil Young tones, detailed a vision of a land where nature was forced to interact with the broken-down detritus of modern life.

94

DEVENDRA BANHART

Oh Me Oh My…The Way The Day Goes By The Sun Is Setting Dogs Are Dreaming Lovesongs Of The Christmas Spirit YOUNG GOD 2002

Before he became infamous as a sort of psych-folk jester, Banhart initially seemed a rather unnerving presence on this debut album. Recorded solo to four-track, the sketchy songs and fragments revealed Banhart as a striking voice reminiscent of Syd Barrett, Karen Dalton and the early Marc Bolan. And, amid all the vivid surrealism, it suggested Banhart was not just an imaginative new singer-songwriter but, potentially, a creepy lord of misrule, too.

93

THE STREETS

A Grand Don’t Come

For Free 679 2004

Released, coincidentally, at exactly the same time that the word “chav” entered the national vocabulary, A Grand Don’t Come For Free took Mike Skinner’s urban tales to a conceptual level. A shaggy dog story about a missing œ1000 provided the narrative. The two standouts “Fit But You Know It”, and the anthemic “Dry Your Eyes”, meanwhile, confirmed Skinner

as an everygeezer for the ages.

92

TOM WAITS

Real Gone ANTI- 2004

Traditionalists who yearned for Waits to abandon his experimental urges and return to barroom balladry were given little succour by this set. Waits played no piano, preferring to focus on vocal percussion, while his band hammered out inverted circus rhythms. Beneath the clamour, there was a preoccupation with death, on the bleak “How’s It Gonna End”, the tender “Dead And Lovely” and the fractured lullaby “Green Grass”, but the highlight was the tender anti-war ballad “Day After Tomorrow”, one of Waits’ finest songs.

91

John Cale

HoboSapiens EMI 2003

Cale’s first solo album in seven years was partly informed by a recent immersion in hip hop and an infatuation with The Beta Band. For all its modish production values, loops, beats, whatever, HoboSapiens was quintessential Cale, an unsettling mix of off-kilter pop and art-noise terror. The album’s deranged centrepiece, “Letter From Abroad” – “They’re cutting their heads off in the soccer fields/Feeding them to the hyenas” – was fearsomely reminiscent of early-’80s classics of geopolitical dread like “Sanities” and “Wilson Joliet”.

90

Bright Eyes

I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning saddle creek 2005

In January 2005, Conor Oberst released two new Bright Eyes albums simultaneously. Digital Ash In A Digital Urn was an excursion into synth-led electronica. I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning, more accessibly, was a bountiful mix of breezy folk narratives and melancholic Americana. It was a concept album, of sorts, about love, heartbreak, discovery, a Blood On The Tracks for the 21st Century, the Iraq war an ominous backdrop to Oberst’s hugely affecting songs.

89

NEIL YOUNG

Living With War

REPRISE 2006

Among Young’s varied Noughties output, a spirit of indignant spontaneity kept rising to the surface. Much like 2009’s Fork In The Road, Living With War was a piece of reportage written and recorded on the hoof – in nine days, to be exact. Besides a rudimentary band, however, Young had a bizarre plan for these impassioned grouches against the Bush administration, roping in a bugler and a 100-strong choir to create a sort of garage rock hymnal. A prescient tip for one Barack Obama in there, too.

88

THE WHITE STRIPES

Get Behind Me Satan

XL 2000

With a mischievous duality typical of the man, the fifth White Stripes LP was Jack White’s strangest and yet poppiest work of the decade. Often eschewing his guitar for a piano or marimba, it found White writing spiky soul-pop jingles like “My Doorbell” and “The Denial Twist” alongside discordant experiments. Most striking, though, was a sense of White grappling with the impact of fame: on the outstanding “Take Take Take”, he analysed the star/fan relationship by painting himself as a stalkerish obsessive.

87

QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE

Rated R INTERSCOPE 2000

If rock’n’roll is a country, in 2000, Queens Of The Stone Age wrote its national anthem. “Feelgood Hit Of The Summer”, the opening track here, shouted a roll call of abusable stimulants – all of which would appear to be running through the bloodstream of this terrific second album. Josh Homme’s free-roaming band would accomplish better things, and more cerebral things. But here they took their illegal wares, and set out their intoxicating stall.

86

PJ HARVEY

White Chalk ISLAND 2007

After the somewhat predatorial Uh Huh Her (2004), the image presented

by Harvey on her seventh album was radically different: a sort of buttoned-up, repressed Victorian Gothic. The music, meanwhile, showed the typically chimeric artist working harder than ever to stretch herself, singing in a higher register than usual and accompanying herself on piano, which she could barely play. Amazingly, the results were subtle and striking; far from a conceptual experiment, the songs tapped directly into the power and directness of Harvey’s very best work.

85

MIA

Arular XL 2004

The debut album by London-born vocalist/producer

Mathangi “Maya” Arulpragasam trawls the shanty towns of the world, plundering Brazilian baile funk, dancehall beats, London grime and Bollywood fanfares. Using a mix of playground chants and rude bwoy posturing, Maya lectured on the ill-effects of globalisation while relishing the thrilling artistic possibilities that globalisation granted her. Cultural tourism never sounded so good.

84

DAVID BOWIE

Heathen COLUMBIA 2002

Following his late-’90s left-turn into inscrutable artrock and avuncular drum and bass, by 2002 Bowie was easing into the role of 21st-century national treasure, curating the Meltdown festival and delivering his most conventionally Bowie-ish album since Scary Monsters. Fittingly, Heathen found him reunited with producer Tony Visconti, covering the Legendary Stardust Cowboy (one of the inspirations for Ziggy), the Pixies and Neil Young, and even delivering a genuinely heartwarming dedication to his son, “Everyone Says Hi”.

83

OUTKAST

Stankonia Arista 2000

Fired by the irresistible “Ms Jackson”, Outkast’s breakthrough was a record like few others this decade, managing to be both gangsta (thanks to the gritty rhymes of Big Boi) and deeply camp (the uninhibited ambition of Andr‚ 3000), a dichotomy conveniently illustrated by its cover art. But it worked as an album – even at 70-plus minutes – as the joins were seamless: welding hip hop to Prince and the sci-fi funk of George Clinton, whose spirit was everywhere.

82

DRIVE-BY TRUCKERS

The Dirty South New West 2004

At the turn of the century, it would have seemed unwise to invest heavily in Drive-By Truckers becoming one of the most important American bands of this decade. The Alabama group’s studio output to that point consisted of two albums of beery boogie whose gravitas could be estimated from their titles: Gangstabilly and Pizza Deliverance. However 2001’s sprawling, intense concept album, Southern Rock Opera changed everything, and its follow-up, 2003’s Decoration Day confirmed DBTs’ elevated status as rock’n’roll chroniclers of the Southern experience. The Dirty South was another peak, as the band flaunted an understanding that the received wisdoms about their native South – as a gothic mess of backwardness, superstition and melodrama – amounted to an endless supply of preconceptions to invert and confront.

As is often the case with DBTs’ muses, whether Alabama governor George Wallace or Lynyrd Skynyrd, the DBTs’ songs read like their own efforts to figure out their feelings about the heroes and bogeymen of their upbringings. “The Sands Of Iwo Jima” is only tangentially about the World War II battlefield: it was really a song about Patterson Hood’s great uncle, who fought there, and about the incomprehensible mystery such people represent to those younger, and less tested. Jason Isbell’s “The Day John Henry Died” recognised that the real point of the legend of the all-American working-man’s folk hero isn’t that he won, but that he died trying. Mike Cooley’s “Carl Perkins’ Cadillac” was a characteristically deadpan sketch of music business chicanery.

All of which, in the hands of musicians less cheerfully unreconstructed, could have made The Dirty South resemble academic essays in anthropology. This was never a danger with the DBTs, who ladled a rich stew of Skynyrd and Springsteen, Sherrill and the Stones. Though the DBTs took seriously their role as champions of the disregarded and misunderstood, they understood that they were first and foremost a rock’n’roll band, and on The Dirty South they sounded plausibly like the best one in the world.

81

Okkervil River

The Stage Names jagjaguwar, 2007

Will Sheff’s Okkervil River attracted a cult audience with 2005’s Black Sheep Boy, an austere song-cycle about the unapologetically self-destructive life of ’60s singer-songwriter Tim Hardin. The Stage Names, its follow-up, was brasher, noisier, an often delirious mix of Sheff’s myriad influences – the Velvets, Stones, Faces, Dylan, Bowie – that brilliantly examined notions of identity, celebrity, loss, reckless living, and who some people become when being themselves is no longer who they want to be.

80

LEVON HELM

Electric Dirt DIRT FARMER/VANGUARD 2009

On his second album after recovering from throat cancer,

the legendary drummer/singer of The Band embraced life while confronting his own mortality. Electric Dirt seemed to spring up from the soil of rural America, intertwining gospel, folk, blues and R’n’B on a mesmerising collection of hardscrabble originals and outsider songs from Muddy Waters and the Dead. Playing it felt like slipping into your oldest pair of Levi’s.

79

KINGS OF LEON

Only By The Night COLUMBIA 2008

The Followill lads arrived in 2003 like

a rock band straight out of central casting, with a back story to match, growing exponentially from one LP to the next and finally breaking the States behind this fierce beast of a record. The hormonal thrum of “Sex On Fire”, the arena-rock majesty of “Use Somebody” and the existential sweep of “Cold Desert” bore the confidence, ambition and chops

of a world-class band.

78

JOHNNY CASH

American III: Solitary Man AMERICAN 2000

Begun at Cash’s Hendersonville cabin and completed in seven days at producer Rick Rubin’s Hollywood home, the duo’s third collaboration offered the usual mix of standards, Cash originals and inspired covers, opening fine re-workings of Tom Petty and Jeff Lynne’s “I Won’t Back Down” and Neil Diamond’s “Solitary Man”. Cash transformed U2’s “One” and Nick Cave’s “The Mercy Seat” into Old Testament epistles. Most strikingly, he amplified the existential dread of Will Oldham’s “I See A Darkness”.

77

KANYE WEST

The College Dropout

ROC-A-FELLA 2004

If West’s ego at times overshadows his work, a return listen to his first two LPs should confirm him as the decade’s pre-eminent hip hop statesman. This 2004 debut just gets the nod over 2005’s Late Registration, not least because West necessarily rapped more about his ambitions than his triumphs at the time. So witty tales of frustrated days spent working at Gap came dressed in lavish style, with the critical assistance of John Legend augmenting West’s sure handling of classic soul samples.

76

BECK

Seachange GEFFEN 2002

Born from the collapse of a relationship, Seachange saw Beck Hansen plot a new course, jettisoning the day-glo irony of 1999’s Midnite Vultures and embracing something formerly alien to this po-mo bard: sincerity. A sombre song cycle, indebted to English folk and country rock and polished up beautifully by producer Nigel Godrich, songs like “Guess I’m Doing Fine” were heavy in sentiment, but found a cold comfort in sad words and sobs of pedal steel.

75

Gorillaz

Demon Days PARLOPHONE 2005

Even taking the experimentation of Blur’s later records into account, Damon Albarn’s work away from the band that made him famous has been surprising. There was a journey into soundtracks (including 1999’s Ravenous, with classical composer Michael Nyman), while a trip to Mali on behalf of Oxfam in 2000 led to the creation of a dedicated ‘World Music’ label, Honest Jon’s, and a solo album, Mali Music, steeped in the rhythms of West Africa.

But it was Gorillaz, the virtual group he concocted with graphic artist Jamie Hewlett, that nonetheless represented the biggest shift. Gorillaz’ music, as evidenced on the eponymous 2001 debut album, was a blend of dub, hip hop, and dark pop, fired by dirty hooks and hipster collaborations (Dan The Automator, Del Tha Funkee Homosapien). But this was as much ‘multimedia project’ as musical venture.

The videos that accompanied smash singles like “Clint Eastwood” were astonishingly detailed; on their unfeasibly high-tech website Albarn and Hewlett delighted in creating Byzantine backstories and ‘mockumentaries’ for the band’s fictional members – Russel, Noodle, Murdoc and 2D. Fan participation was keenly solicited, figurines went on sale, even a film, to be produced by Harvey Weinstein, was mooted. As a satirical comment on the emptiness of pop culture, it was blackly ironic.

2005’s Demon Days – loosely a concept album about the last primates to survive the apocalypse – went further still, loaded with disquieting sounds and an unfolding cinematic grace. Albarn and producer Brian “Danger Mouse” Burton enlisted a magnificently odd supporting cast, including De La Soul, Ike Turner, Neneh Cherry, Roots Manuva, Dennis Hopper, and, of course, the Mondays’ Shaun Ryder, whose Mancunian brogue helped make the sensational “DARE” one of the singles of the year, if not the decade. Indeed, the album’s other singles – “Feel Good Inc”, “Dirty Harry”, “Kids With Guns” were all killers, whose radio-friendly choruses mitigated a general air of dystopian menace.

Albarn was soon shapeshifting again, with The Good, The Bad & The Queen, the stage musical Monkey: Journey To The West and the small matter of that Blur reunion. But it was Demon Days that defined his decade. It’s astonishing – but somehow heartening – to think that a record as bleak, and as clever as this, could sell over six million copies.

74

ELBOW

Asleep In The Back

V2 2001

Over four albums, Elbow spent the decade building a reputation as one of Britain’s most reliably satisfying bands – a perspective finally shared by the masses with the success of 2008’s The Seldom Seen Kid. Nevertheless, their debut was their most significant release, conforming with the vogue for melodic, emotionally nuanced, post-Radiohead rock, but adding a proggish extra dimension. Asleep In The Back possessed a grace and effortlessness, too, which belied its tortuous gestation, involving as it did three years and as many labels.

73

ELLIOTT SMITH

Figure 8

DOMINO 2000

The last album Smith completed before he died in 2003, Figure 8 expanded on the template of 1998’s XO, with ornate chamber-pop arrangements to complement his inherently Beatlesy songwriting. Apparently energised by a move to LA, Smith’s characteristically rueful songs occasionally hinted at brighter possibilities; “All I want now is happiness for you and me,” he sang on “Happiness”. Soon enough, though, it became clear that the city had exacerbated Smith’s problems rather than solved them.

72

Emmylou Harris

Red Dirt Girl Grapevine 2000

Harris’ career, which had for a while been merely drifting, was rejuvenated by 1995’s Daniel Lanois-produced Wrecking Ball, which highlighted her exquisite gifts as an interpretive singer. One of the great surprises on its belated follow-up was that 11 of the 12 songs here were self-composed. Harris had written memorable songs before – 1975’s “Boulder To Birmingham”, for example – but the sustained brilliance of compositions like “Michaelangelo”, “The Pearl” and “Bang The Drum Slowly” were

a revelation.

71

TV ON THE RADIO

Dear Science 4AD 2008

Renowned as architects of a dense, intense art-rock (bandmember David Sitek exported their aesthetic to a raft of Brooklyn bands in his other role as an in-demand producer), TV On The Radio’s third album also found the group wrestling with a fraught, dynamic funk. Ferocious horns and energetic nods to Prince and Bowie proliferated, while Tunde Adebimpe and Kyp Malone’s lyrical abstractions became much more direct: Dear Science now often sounds like one last exasperated, impassioned rant against the lunacy of the Bush administration.

70

THE GOOD, THE BAD & THE QUEEN

The Good, The Bad & The Queen PARLOPHONE 2007

Damon Albarn executed yet another career left-turn with The Good, The Bad & The Queen. Essentially a supergroup comprised of Albarn’s west London neighbour Paul Simonon, Blur’s touring guitarist (and ex-Verve) Simon Tong and Afrobeat drummer Tony Allen, TGTB&TQ’s album was an atmospheric song-cycle about modern London life – an older, wiser successor to Parklife, if you will. Like the capital’s weather, TGTB&TQ could be grey, gloomy and overcast – but never dreary.

69

ARCTIC MONKEYS

Favourite Worst Nightmare DOMINO 2007

The Monkeys’ fascination with Queens Of The Stone Age was made explicit on this year’s Humbug, but the Sheffield band’s excellent second album already betrayed a desire to escape from Britpop stereotypes. So while Alex Turner’s nuanced observations remained rooted in the Steel City, and his winding song structures still had hints of The Strokes and The Libertines, they were now often delivered with significant extra heft, not least thanks to the fervid, aerobic drumming of Matt Helders.

68

D’ANGELO

Voodoo Virgin 2000

For his second LP, R&B’s forgotten superstar and his producer, Ahmir “Questlove” Thompson, painstakingly mined the textures of classic soul. Sessions at NYC’s Electric Lady studios (with Sly Stone’s There’s A Riot Going On reportedly on constant loop) produced a seductive, sinuous record that brought a warmth and sensuality – rather than just sexuality – to modern R&B. Despite its success, D’Angelo soon became disillusioned with the music industry and, 10 years on, is yet to make another album.

67

MIDLAKE

The Trials Of Van Occupanther BELLA UNION 2006

Though they met as earnest jazz students at the University of North Texas in the late ’90s, by 2006, Midlake had established a world of their own: a curious American backwoods where the creamy harmonies of mid-’70s Fleetwood Mac drifted back to the 19th Century of Henry David Thoreau, combining into a wistful, oddly successful concept album. If the narratives remained hazy, with tracks like “Roscoe” Midlake offered unalloyed classic rock thrills.

66

JAY-Z

The Blueprint

ROC-A-FELLA 2001

With no little business cunning, Jay-Z spent

the decade consolidating a position as the rap legend it was OK for rock fans to like: consorting with Coldplay; headlining Glastonbury. His albums, though, were generally inferior to his ’90s output, with this big exception. The Blueprint was a rich tribute to old-school hip hop and classic soul (many samples cued up by Kanye West, then a rookie Roc-A-Fella producer), and a similarly extravagant tribute to Jay-Z himself – an inventively immodest rap kingpin, slaying his rivals (Nas, chiefly) with hilarious bon mots.

65

RUFUS WAINWRIGHT

Poses DREAMWORKS 2000

Poses wasn’t so much an album, as a swoon set to music. Rufus’ debut had proclaimed his melodic talent – here, with songs composed while resident at the Chelsea Hotel, he filled out the picture, painting a demi-monde in which he lurched from one exquisite crisis to another, at the mercy of his many cravings. His talent is to trade in self-knowledge – and miraculously, never melodrama.

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LIFT TO EXPERIENCE

The Texas-Jerusalem Crossroads BELLA UNION 2001

Lift To Experience, the earthly vehicle of Josh T Pearson, existed like a thunderclap, penning just one album of elemental force and astonishing conviction before disappearing forever. Luckily, The Texas-Jerusalem Crossroads remains a monumental testament. A concept piece powered by Pearson’s conviction that the end of the world is coming and Texas is the promised land, songs like “These Are The Days” imagined a cosmic country rock lifted on hurricane-force guitar.

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THE ROLLING STONES

A Bigger Bang VIRGIN 2005

At the dawn of the 21st century, even their most loyal fans would’ve doubted that the Stones would make one of the best albums of the decade. Yet while a good few of their records were heralded as ‘returns to form’, A Bigger Bang was the real thing, a capacious package of stadium raunch, blues and industrial-strength innuendo, piloted by a

Mick Jagger who, for once, seemed as engaged by creative decisions as he was by business strategies.

62

GHOSTFACE KILLAH

Fishscale DEF JAM 2006

Talk about the fall of an empire. With some of the Wu-Tang Clan starring in movies (Raekwon, Method Man), and some driving taxis, it was only Ghost, the Staten Island crew’s most expressive MC, who in 2006 still seemed focused on hip hop. Those still listening were rewarded with Fishscale: old soul beats, pugilism and, of course, tales of

drug smuggling. This was the

Wu meets The Wire, and thoroughly magnificent for it.

61

NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS

The Lyre Of Orpheus/Abattoir Blues

MUTE 2003

The departure of long-time member Blixa Bargeld didn’t scupper the Bad Seeds’ ship – simply steered it into more dangerous waters. With violinist Warren Ellis, and Gallon Drunk’s James Johnston in charge of the noise, Cave took command of his new rock’n’roll concerns – “marriage, flowers, shit like that”. The result was an album of equal parts hysteria and wisteria.

60

LORETTA LYNN

Van Lear Rose

INTERSCOPE 2005

Sceptics might have wondered about the wisdom of the ageing country legend teaming up with Jack White, but this collision of cultures was rescued by White’s sincerity, and the fact that Lynn provided most of the songs. Occasionally – as on the amped-up Grammy-winning

duet “Portland Oregon” – White’s musical muscularity threatened to overwhelm the tenderness of Lynn’s songs. But when he let Loretta be Loretta, as on the simple, heartfelt “Miss Being Mrs”, the results were simply bewitching.

59

THE WHITE STRIPES

De Stijl SYMPATHY FOR THE RECORD INDUSTRY 2000

The first White Stripes album of the millennium (and the second of their career), De Stijl perfectly showcased Jack and Meg White’s vigorous aesthetic. The title, taken from a Dutch art movement that flourished in the 1920s, signposted a high-concept, minimalist project. But it was hardly a sterile one, as the McCartneyish ballads, flat-out garage rockers and eviscerating blues proved so eloquently. And the showstopping take on Son House’s “Death Letter”, especially, revealed White to be an inventive guitar virtuoso in a quite different class to his indie peers.

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BOB DYLAN

Together Through Life

COLUMBIA 2009

There was a seven year gap between 1990’s Under The Red Sky and Time Out Of Mind, Dylan’s only albums of original material in the ’90s. The past 10 years, however, saw in relatively brisk succession three classic albums of new songs, plus the abundant riches of the Tell Tale Signs archive set. The latter was part of the ongoing Bootleg Series, which since 2000 has included Live 1966, an official release at last for the much-bootlegged Royal Albert Hall performance with The Hawks, and Live 1975, recorded during the Rolling Thunder Tour. As unlikely as it seems to many, another new album, Christmas In The Heart, on which Dylan covers a variety of Christmas carols and yuletide standards is imminently due, wrapping up the decade on a suitably seasonal note.

We should also note that between 2001’s “Love And Theft” and 2005’s Modern Times, Dylan also published Chronicles, a brilliant first volume of his autobiography, which to the relief of anyone who’d struggled 40 years ago with Tarantula was a memoir that fair sparkled with wit, anecdote and colourful digression. In 2003, there was even a movie, the unspurprisingly eccentric Masked & Anonymous, which Dylan wrote and starred in. And then there was Dylan’s blossoming second career as a DJ, as host of Bob Dylan’s Theme Time Radio Hour, not to mention the small matter of what continues to be known, to Dylan’s apparent disapproval, as The Never-Ending Tour. Approaching 70, Dylan, to borrow a phrase from Robert Plant, marches on, undaunted.

Together Through Life was the third of Dylan’s albums of new material in the Noughties and despite the typically hard look it takes at the world and its woes, it was a record of rugged ebullience, sardonic vigour, unkempt and wonderfully raw. Recorded quickly after a commission to write a song for Olivier Dahan’s road movie, My Own Love Song – which inspired the wounded growl of “Life Is Hard” – the prevailing mood of Together Through Life’s 10 tracks was one of boisterous fatalism, played with a stoic swagger and lots of accordion, and sung by Dylan in a voice as old as time itself.

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ROBERT WYATT

Cuckooland HANNIBAL 2003

Even by Wyatt’s own standards Cuckooland was a wonderfully jazzy record, but it still had its undeniably eerie moments. Throughout, a sense of unease and madness in the political world was mirrored in the natural one: here were to be found several sly foxes and a very creepy forest indeed. Paul Weller, David Gilmour and Eno guested – Wyatt himself remained the reluctant star.

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SONIC YOUTH

Murray Street GEFFEN 2002

As the new decade began, fans might have expected the band to drift further into experimental waters, not least with the recruitment of the maverick Jim O’Rourke as a full-time member. Instead, the Noughties saw a renewed focus and drive. Murray Street, named after the band’s studio, mere blocks from Ground Zero, compounded their status as the quintessential New York band of the age – and was good enough to rank alongside their best late-’80s work.

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BJORK

Vespertine ONE LITTLE INDIAN 2001

Originally named ‘Domestika’, and with opening tracks called “Hidden Place” and “Cocoon”, Bj”rk’s fifth solo album was, as that working title suggested, a conscious retreat into private music. A troupe of electronica artists were called in to provide the clicks and cuts, but the vision and aesthetic remained intoxicatingly Bj”rkish, at once loftily conceptual and unnervingly personal; “electronic folk music”, was the phrase she used, aptly.

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MAGNETIC FIELDS

69 Love Songs MERGE 2000

Though he had

been cultivating his songwriterly cult for over a decade, it was only with the release of 69 Love Songs that Stephin Merritt’s audacity became fully apparent. Conceived as an epic variety show/instant songbook, the triple album inaugurated an era of sky-high-concept pop, and delivered on the conceit. With his private company of cowgirls and crooners, across genres from free jazz via Broadway to musique concrŠte, Merritt teased, tormented and tickled the love song into new life.

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INTERPOL

Turn On The Bright Lights MATADOR 2002

Harsher critics called them a Joy Division tribute, but keener ears heard the Psychedelic Furs and the Bunnymen in there too, and multiple plays revealed Turn On The Bright Lights to be one of the more sophisticated offerings of New York’s new wave. “Obstacle 1” melded Paul Banks’ strangulated vocal with rapier-like guitars, while moments like “NYC”, with its wearied refrain that “New York cares”, achieved a smouldering, stately gloom.

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Dizzee Rascal

Boy In Da Corner

XL 2003

Not only did 19-year-old MC Dylan Mills win a Mercury Prize with his debut album, not only did he rap in an arrhythmic, tight-throated patois which reinvented hip hop in an English accent, but his production sounded like nothing on earth –

an eerie mix of Nintendo bleeps, cellphone chirrups and Philip Glass-style minimalism. It would take Dizzee three more albums before he converted critical acclaim into sales, but he’d never make anything as odd as this again. Nobody could.

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Warren Zevon

The Wind ARTEMIS 2003

Zevon’s 2000 comeback album after a five-year musical exile

was the typically mordant Life’ll Kill Ya. With a brutal irony he might in other circumstances have otherwise relished, Zevon only two years later was diagnosed with inoperable cancer and given three months to live. The Wind was his valiant response, unsentimental, harrowing and often defiantly hilarious. Famous friends rallied around, including Jackson Browne, Tom Petty and Bruce Springsteen on the rousing state-of-the-union diatribe, “Disorder In The House”.

Uncut’s 150 Albums of the Decade!

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UNCUT'S 150 GREATEST ALBUMS OF THE DECADE To commemorate these two moderately historic events, we've spent some time rifling through our record collections and back issues, thinking about the music that has made the most impact on our magazine. The result is this: Uncut's 150 Greatest Albums Of The...

UNCUT’S 150 GREATEST ALBUMS OF THE DECADE

To commemorate these two moderately historic events, we’ve spent some time rifling through our record collections and back issues, thinking about the music that has made the most impact on our magazine. The result is this: Uncut’s 150 Greatest Albums Of The Decade.

Over the past 10 years, the musical landscape – and especially the ways in which we receive and listen to music – have been transformed at a pace few of us could have predicted. The musical cultures Uncut treasures, however, have continued to flourish. Indeed, some of our more obscure favourites, like Brightblack Morning Light or Lift To Experience, are now as available as a Dylan album; just a click away. To that end, Uncut’s 150 is unashamedly a specialist’s list, since it’s easier than ever before to become a specialist. There are no concessions to eclecticism or commerce, just 150 LPs that have defined the tastes of Uncut’s staff and, we hope, those of our readers. Fifteen of them appear on this month’s free CD. Here they come, followed by an interview with the man who bestrides the 150 – and the decade – like a candycane-striped colossus…

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BAND OF HORSES

Everything All The Time SUB POP 2006

Written in Seattle, and betraying an obvious nostalgia for chief songwriter Ben Bridwell’s native North Carolina, Band Of Horses’ strident debut offered a simplified, but no less effective, take on My Morning Jacket’s concept of cosmic Americana. The unpretentious subject matter – nature, friendship, smoking weed – was delivered with an infectious, warm-hearted optimism via Bridwell’s stunning reverb-drenched vocals.

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RAY LAMONTAGNE

Trouble 14TH FLOOR 2006

An austere and moving album produced with analogue purism by Ethan Johns (Ryan Adams, Kings Of Leon), Trouble introduced a soulful introvert from the remote Maine woods, which accounted for its rustic, timeless sound. Playing most of the instruments, Johns surrounded LaMontagne in a fogbank of mood, out of which burst a voice striking in its primal emotionality. On songs like “Shelter”, “Trouble” and “Narrow Escape”, LaMontagne brought the legacy of troubadours into the 21st Century.

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FRANZ FERDINAND

Franz Ferdinand

DOMINO 2004

Just as Modern Life Is Rubbish had positioned Blur as the saviours of British pop from the grunge invasion 10 years previously, so this debut appeared as a riposte to the all-conquering Strokes and White Stripes. Certainly, closer inspection of the quartet’s songs exposed what might be called their Britpop 2.0 strategy: an update of Pulp’s archness and Suede’s androgyny, compounded by references to “BBC2” and “Terry Wogan”.

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The Acorn

Glory Hope Mountain

bella UNION 2008

The UK debut of Ottowa’s The

Acorn was an extraordinary musical biography of bandleader Rolf Klausener’s Honduran-born mother, Gloria Esperanza Montoya (the album’s title is a rough English translation of her name), whose elliptical narrative followed her escape from Caribbean oppression to a new life in Canada. Like Canadian contemporaries Arcade Fire, Port O’Brien and Besnard Lakes, The Acorn were musically both conversational and anthemic, moving effortlessly from

rough-and-tumble rusticity to epic expansiveness in the same song.

146

RICHARD THOMPSON

Front Parlour Ballads COOKING VINYL 2005

Amid his ongoing 1000 Years Of Popular Music project and the odd Fairport Convention reunion, Richard Thompson’s doughty solo career continued with the usual discreet flair and unflinching craftsmanship. Facing stiff competition from 2007’s Sweet Warrior, Front Parlour Ballads was his decade highpoint; recorded at home, mostly solo and on acoustic guitar. The characteristically sombre tone couldn’t hide Thompson’s wry humour, nor the acknowledged absurdity of making observations

on a lost and changing England from his garage in LA.

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IRON & WINE

Our Endless Numbered Days SUB POP 2004

Sam Beam’s second took him out of his bedroom and into the studio, but Brian Deck’s understated production kept the whispery intimacy of his debut, Creek Drank The Cradle. Beam’s approach favoured understatement, but the addition of extra musicians was sensitively achieved, whether on the harmonies of the beautifully bleak “Naked As We Came” (by Beam’s sister, Sara) or the pedal steel on “Sunset Soon Forgotten”. As ever, the softness of Beam’s singing masked some bleak poetry.

144

ROBERT WYATT

Comicopera DOMINO 2007

Wyatt’s reputation as one of the UK’s most radical

artists was again confirmed with Comicopera. At times, yes, this album had its jovial moments. But they were the wry notes of a smart, puzzled man looking about him and seeing homogenised town centres and bureaucracy as a symptom of a richer and more disturbing movement in society. It was wise but never preachy, both familiar and alien. Tell us another, Robert.

143

LEONARD COHEN

Ten New Songs COLUMBIA 2001

Cohen’s return to live work provided some of the most poignant – and unexpectedly massive – concerts of the decade. His recorded come-back, however, was a stealthier affair, producing two quietly excellent LPs. Narrowly outclassing 2004’s curious Dear Heather, Ten New Songs once again placed Cohen’s lugubrious croon into Sharon Robinson’s genteel soundscapes. Undervalued at the time, it has matured, fittingly, like fine wine: “In My Secret Life”, “A Thousand Kisses Deep” and “Boogie Street”, in particular, now sound like quintessential Cohen standards.

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Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Fever To Tell

POLYDOR 2003

The arrival of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ debut showed there was considerably more to the New York renaissance than just The Strokes. While their peers were delivering a preppy take on ’70s New York New Wave, Yeah Yeah Yeah’s were concerned with heavier, sweatier matters, closer, perhaps, to Zep-style riffing. Much of this could be put down to Nick Zinner’s ferocious guitars, but it was singer Karen O’s combative, sexually charged persona that gave them a wicked sass all of their own.

141

RACHEL UNTHANK

& THE WINTERSET

The Bairns EMI 2007

While the American underground seemed to produce a new rethink of folk traditions, the British folk scene was generally more conservative. Rachel and Becky Unthank, however, were a glorious exception, mixing up traditional songs that referenced their north-eastern roots with covers of Will Oldham and Robert Wyatt, and a melancholic neo-classical air. Credit, too, to then-pianist Belinda O’Hooley (a former winner of Stars In Their Eyes, as Annie Lennox), who provided two outstanding new songs,”Blackbird” and “Whitethorn”.

140

ESPERS

Espers II DRAG CITY 2006

For their second LP, Philly psych-folk practitioners Greg Weeks and Meg Baird continued their explorations on folk’s dark side, deftly stitching Velvet Underground guitars to cloistered melodies and stately medieval chord progressions. The seven stoner madrigals on offer here were so compelling, and so distinctive, that even when an interpreter as skilled as Marianne Faithfull covered the eldritch “Children Of Stone”, you had to search out the original.

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OUTKAST

Speakerboxxx/

The Love Below Arista 2003

Less a double album than two superb solo projects packaged together under the OutKast brand. Speakerboxxx was the vehicle for Antwon “Big Boi” Patton’s inventive Southern hip hop, while on The Love Below, Andr‚ 3000 seized the chance to showcase his flamboyant, restless creativity, taking in piano jazz, retro-soul, horny monologues, funk and more. Each disc contained mainstream gold: for Big Boi, the party grooves of “The Way You Move”, for Andr‚, the irresistible neo-Motown “Hey Ya”.

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WILCO

Sky Blue Sky

NONESUCH 2007

The sixth Wilco LP was a perverse beast. Having finally recruited his ideal lineup, with avant-garde guitar hero Nels Cline embedded in the ranks, a newly contented Jeff Tweedy led them into Laurel Canyon territory that initially sounded like the mellowest and most conventional Wilco music in years. Along with the balmy vibes, however, there remained a capricious way with a melody, and some great, needling solos from the masterful Cline.

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ELLIOTT SMITH

From A Basement On The Hill DOMINO 2004

Pieced together from Smith’s extensive last sessions and released a year after his death, From A Basement On The Hill is not quite the sprawling, anti-commercial opus

the singer intended. A single album rather than the projected double, and with the tapes cleaned up by producer Rob Schnapf, the 15 songs still sounded fuzzier and angrier than Smith had in years. But the sweet clarity of his songwriting was as arresting as ever, and the familiar allusions to drugs and depression, now had an unbearable poignancy.

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THE STROKES

Room On Fire

ROUGH TRADE 2003

Compared to the bang made by their debut, the second Strokes album couldn’t help but be received, relatively speaking, as a whimper. It was unfair then, and it doesn’t seem right now: opening with the wonderful “What Ever Happened”, the band deliver a set in part informed by the rush of their successes (say, “Meet Me In The Bathroom”), while at the same time remaining completely unfazed.

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willard grant conspiracy

Regard The End Loose, 2003

Even by their own glum standards, Regard The End was a fabulously gloomy album of orchestral Americana. Every track was preoccupied, as the LP’s title unmistakeably insists, with a single subject: death. Astonishingly, what might have been a record of utter bleakness was somehow vividly uplifting, eventually life-affirming, Robert Fisher’s handsome baritone supported by a formidable array of strings and horns on a fine suite of sombre ballads and secular hymns.

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RADIOHEAD

Hail To The Thief PARLOPHONE 2003

Uneasy listening for challenging times, as Thom Yorke and co launched an intimidating mix of old and new…

If there’s a word to summarise Radiohead’s output of the past 10 years, it would have to be “discomfort”. Some dispensed by the band to its listeners. Much of it, though, has been experienced by Radiohead themselves: an ill-ease

with their status as composers of epic guitar rock, with the state of the world, and finally even with the mechanical process of releasing records itself.

At least some of these concerns find a home under the roof of Hail To Thief. Neither the twitchy electronica of 2000’s Kid A, nor the warmer tones of the subsequent Amnesiac from 2001, it’s an album that acknowledges the system restart performed by those two albums, and moves forward, on a larger and rather more intimidating roadmap.

Ultimately, after a period of tactical withdrawal, Hail To The

Thief felt like a plan of attack, for which the times were certainly appropriate. The band’s first recorded work since the events of 9/11 and the commencement of the war on terror, it looked at a world of WMD, “hanging chads”, and the re-election of George Bush with a barely concealed fury. If something had gone seriously wrong in the world, it was reflected in the creepy nursery rhyme logic in the LP. From the opening “2+2=5” to the title track (“Go and tell the king/The sky is falling in…”), this was a place where everything was turned on its head. “There There”, arguably the band’s best song, was subtitled “The Bony King Of Nowhere” – the title of a Bagpuss episode.

Throughout the album, Radioheads ancient and modern sat alongside one another in nearly perfect harmony. Fans of the band’s guitar music were undeniably delighted by “2+2=5”, which began with the crunch of the lead guitarist plugging in (in the background you can hear Thom Yorke mutter, “That’s a nice way to start, Johnny.”) Elsewhere, electronic ambiences provided some markedly sinister moments.

It’s uneven, but Hail To The Thief is important. For the previous few years Radiohead had intimated that something very bad was going to happen. When it did, they didn’t say “I told you so” – they rose up to meet the challenge. Next up was Thom Yorke’s solo album, The Eraser, but with In Rainbows, came a new target: this time, the record industry.

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BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

We Shall Overcome:

The Seeger Sessions COLUMBIA 2006

A homage to a great, but The Boss’ rollicking big-band stew of Americana also reconfirmed him as a political artist

Springsteen has spent his career bouncing from wide-eyed, expansive rock’n’roll to smaller, darker records rooted in folk tradition. But as the millennium dawned, it seemed as if the tension between the extremes had worn him out. By 2002, he hadn’t released an album since 1995’s bleak, bare The Ghost Of Tom Joad. When he finally returned, reunited for the first time in 18 years with The E Street Band, it was for his 9/11 record, The Rising – as if Springsteen had looked around for the great American troubadour who would sing the song the country needed to hear at that moment, and then, with no one else stepping forward, realised it was up to him.

It looked however, as though the effort might have burned him out. 2005’s unadorned Devils And Dust represented a step backwards: the songs dated to the …Tom Joad period, and the performance was strangely muted. When news broke that his next record was a collection of songs made famous by American folk’s work-shirted patriarch Pete Seeger, there seemed reason to be apprehensive. Had Springsteen run out of songs of his own? Was some over-earnest Boss balladeering set to ensue?

Thankfully, We Shall Overcome was no exercise in self-righteousness. Rather, recorded with an 11-stong big band collective in his New Jersey farmhouse, general rollicking was the order of the day. Complete with Dixieland horns, front-porch banjo and hoedown fiddle, Springsteen recast these songs to go stomping spontaneously across bluegrass, gospel, New Orleans jazz and Texas swing. A yawping stew of Americana, delivered with a belt to rival The E Street Band in full flight.

While the mix of nursery rhymes, spirituals, ballads and reels avoided any “messaging”, however, its message was clear. In 2004 Springsteen had campaigned hard for Democratic Presidential Candidate John Kerry, and watched him lose hard. With no end in sight to the Bush era, here, with a set pointedly dedicated to a proud old leftist, he embraced his position as a political singer.

This wasn’t “protest music”, but songs like “Eyes On The Prize” and the title track gave voice to a growing American mass determined that change was going to come. Recharged, Springsteen sounded more urgently, wildly alive than he had in a decade. The momentum carried into his next adventures, not only with The E Street Band – Magic and Working On A Dream – but also out on the stump,

working for Barack Obama.

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DRIVE-BY TRUCKERS

Brighter Than Creation’s Dark NEW WEST 2008

It was no reflection on Jason Isbell, author of DBT classics “Outfit” and “Decoration Day”, that this album felt none the poorer for his departure before its recording. DBTs’ bassplayer – and Isbell’s ex-wife – Shonna Tucker picked up some of

the slack, and primary songwriters Patterson Hood and Mike Cooley

were on raring form. Hood’s “The Righteous Path” was a 21st Century “Okie From Muskogee”, and Cooley’s “Self Destructive Zones” as hilarious and furious as a Shel Silverstein reimagining of The Rolling Stones’ “Dead Flowers”.

131

COLDPLAY

A Rush Of Blood To The Head Parlophone 2002

Some records carry great responsibility. Their second album made Coldplay into stadium-league superstars, spawned a host of imitators, and is still, millions of sales later, boosting EMI’s flagging balance sheet. Conceived and recorded in the aftermath of 9/11, this soon became an unofficial soundtrack to the uncertainty that followed. And if ubiquity has since dulled their effect, songs of anxiety and loss like “Clocks” or “The Scientist” offered a woozy release, a comfort even.

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NICK CAVE &

THE BAD SEEDS

Dig!!!, Lazarus, Dig!!!

MUTE 2008

Having reclaimed domesticity for rock’n’roll, with his most recent album, Nick Cave returned to far grubbier climes: his imagination. With a strict “no ballads” edict in place, the band instead drove Cave’s characters through a series of dangerous and erotic landscapes. Not to everyone’s taste – longtime member Mick Harvey left afterwards – it showed that this was a band determined not to grow old gracefully.

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YO LA TENGO

And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out MATADOR 2000

The Hoboken trio’s reputation as band of choice for a certain breed of indie hipster was satirised brilliantly by The Onion with their “37 Record-Store Clerks Feared Dead In Yo La Tengo Concert Disaster” story in 2002. But by then, the band had also perfected their mature style on this 10th album; an uncommonly tender and subtle music which sought to describe the minutiae of long-term relationships, a subject traditionally considered verboten by more orthodox, and substantially less original rock bands.

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ANTONY AND

THE JOHNSONS

I Am A Bird Now

ROUGH TRADE 2005

Antony Hegarty’s transformation from confused Chichester schoolboy to the most acclaimed voice of his generation, via a long stint on the New York cabaret

circuit, was one of the most inspiring tales of the decade. For his second, breakthrough album, he marshalled an auspicious supporting cast –

Lou Reed, Devendra Banhart, Boy George, Rufus Wainwright – but

still comfortably held the spotlight himself, with that uncanny falsetto proposing a liquid interpretation of gender rarely discussed in mainstream culture.

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The Handsome Family

In The Air

loose 2000

The Handsome Family are where The Carter Family meet David Lynch, via Charles Addams and Edward Gorey, American humorists with an inclination towards the disquietingly absurd. Even the

“old, weird Americana” wasn’t always as weird as the disturbing imaginings to be found on the five albums of surreal gothic country that Brett and Rennie Sparks have released since 1998’s Through The Trees introduced them to British audiences. In The Air, specifically, was a career-best record that as ever located the uncanny in seemingly ordinary settings.

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NEIL YOUNG

Prairie Wind REPRISE 2005

While many of his fans waited more or less patiently for the arrival of Archives, the release date kept being postponed

as Young cranked out a series of typically capricious new albums – seven in all, including arguably

his very worst (2001’s Are You Passionate). Prairie Wind was more crafted than most, a Nashville session with the Stray Gators

that found Young reflectively preoccupied with mortality; his father died and Young himself suffered an aneurysm around the making of the record.

125

The Hold Steady

Stay Positive

Rough Trade 2008

Much was expected of The Hold Steady’s fourth album, following the stunning impact of Boys And Girls In America, but Stay Positive didn’t disappoint. The music was bigger, louder, catchier and more euphoric than ever, with Tad Kubler’s monster guitar parts everywhere to the fore. Familiar characters from earlier albums reappeared, older, more deeply disillusioned than ever, but still clinging, heroically, to a heartening notion of rock’n’roll as a means to rhapsodic transcendence.

124

BRIGHTBLACK

MORNING LIGHT

Brightblack Morning Light MATADOR 2006

The second album from Naybob Shineywater and Rachael Hughes delivered just what was required from two Alabama-born, itinerant, crystal-carrying hippies – a hefty stew of stoner-psych and rich,

loping Southern grooves, pitched somewhere between Dr John and Spiritualized. Slow-rolling basslines and reverb-drenched Rhodes made for an expansive, inspiring and, frankly, sleepy-sounding record, the musical equivalent of a night spent in the desert gazing up at the stars.

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Doves

The Last Broadcast

HEAVENLY 2002

The north west

has long been

a significant influence on Doves’ work. On this, the second album from Jimi Goodwin and brothers Jez and Andy Williams, they even chose to celebrate the road that links Leeds to Manchester in “M62 Song”. Other explicit geographical references may have been notably absent, but it was possible to detect a gruff Mancunian melancholy on the soulful “Satellite” and plenty of northern grit and drama in the cinematic sweep of “There Goes The Fear”.

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DONALD FAGEN

Morph The Cat

REPRISE 2006

By Fagen’s standards, this has been a hugely prolific decade. In the wake of two Steely Dan albums, this third solo set arrived to complete a superior trilogy, split respectively into ruminations on a past lamented (1982’s The Nightfly), a future to be feared (’93’s Kamakiriad) and,

here, the insecurities of middle age. Fagen’s fraying tales of ghosts, suicide and government control were set to immaculate jazz-pop, where not a hair was out of place.

121

HOT CHIP

The Warning EMI 2006

While a cursory listen to Hot Chip might have suggested another band in thrall to the electropop of the 1980s, the London band’s second album revealed five musical scholars whose knowledge of minimalist techno and contemporary R&B did not preclude an abiding love for Robert Wyatt, among many others. Consequently, The Warning was an unusually humane dance album, with the likes of “Boy From School” harbouring a folkish, little-boy-lost-on-the-dancefloor timbre amid all the swooshing electronic grandeur.

120

MGMT

Oracular Spectacular

SONY 2008

With only a casual listen to break-through 45 “Time To Pretend”, a sarky fantasy about rock star living, it might have been possible to dismiss MGMT as cartoony, if arch, indie pop, out of step with their more earnest peers in their adopted Brooklyn. In fact, Andrew VanWyngarden and Ben Goldwasser’s debut (produced by Dave Fridmann) was an infectious experimental trip through electro-clash, retro glam and psych-folk. A lot of fun, yes, but not without substance.

119

SCRITTI POLITTI

White Bread, Black Beer ROUGH TRADE 2006

Green Gartside’s critical standing received a spike with the early Noughties post-punk revival. His first LP in seven years was a far cry from his early anarcho-skanks, but also a radical departure from the plush productions of Scritti’s mainstream career. Ostensibly lo-fi bedroom soul, with residual traces of Green’s Beatles love, it nevertheless proved that his theory-heavy approach to pop could still be poignant: his breathy recitation of Run DMC song titles on “The Boom Boom Bap” remains one of the decade’s most oddly moving musical highlights.

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SUPER FURRY ANIMALS

Love Kraft SONY 2005

Beginning with the sound of guitarist Bunf diving into a Catalonian swimming pool, Love Kraft was the Furries’ Epicurean LP, abandoning their eclectic free-for-all efforts in favour of a balmier sound. Even so, the caramel arrangements managed to employ elements of Blaxploitation soul, Canterbury-scene folk, exotica and bossa nova, underlining that inside the yeti costumes were one of Britain’s most ambitious and accomplished rock bands.

117

AT THE DRIVE-IN

Relationship Of Command GRAND ROYAL 2000

Though overnight successes in the UK, ATDI had worked for years in the USA, a slog that only really paid off with Relationship Of Command – an LP that finally captured their unique blend of prolixity and labyrinthine riffing. The formula was too volatile to last – their decimation of the Later… studio had to be seen to be believed – but their flame burned brightly indeed.

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Sufjan Stevens

Michigan Asthmatic Kitty 2003

One album? For every US State? How the first part of a uniquely ambitious project put its creator on the map

As a musical enterprise, it was insanely bold; as a publicity stunt, it was inspired. With this summer 2003 release, Sufjan Stevens (late of little-known folk-rock collective Marzuki) ensured significant press coverage when he announced his intention to record and release an album for each of the 50 States of the US, starting with his home State, Michigan. A huge project for a relatively small player, but then Stevens, a Detroit-born, Brooklyn-dwelling musician, author and part-time knitting teacher to the blind, was unlikely to encounter resistance from his record company – he owned it. And if Stevens’ taste for high-concept music had been defined on his first solo efforts, 2000’s A Sun Came and 2001’s Enjoy Your Rabbit – an instrumental song-cycle of melodic electronica based, naturally, on the Chinese Zodiac – his third album was simply extraordinary.

Michigan was an American Quilt set to music, an intricately crafted tone poem, a journey into the soul of The Great Lake State, its geography, history, traditions, its inhabitants great and small, past and present. It was an impressionistic travelogue where themes lyrical and musical were spun and stitched back on themselves. It could be both stridently political, (“For The Widows In Paradise, For The Fatherless In Ypsilanti”) and startlingly intimate (“The Upper Peninsula”, where an unemployed man spots his ex-wife at a K-Mart), and took in references to Henry Ford, Detroit’s race riots, snowploughs and farms. Everything was hung on Stevens’ graceful melodies and distinctive (almost entirely self-played) arrangements. Sparse guitar and banjo were garlanded with woodwind, piano, brass-band flourishes, and delicate counter-harmonies, showcasing a catholic array of influences: Nick Drake, Elliott Smith, Terry Riley, Steve Reich, Low, Stereolab, even Frank Zappa.

Did he really intend to write 49 more albums as exhaustively detailed, as richly melodic as this? Like his religious faith, much hinted at here, it’s a subject Stevens has been reluctant to elaborate on in interview, even if the official line has always simply been ‘yes’. It scarcely matters: this was a supreme record, and the second instalment, 2005’s magnificent Illinois, was even better. Diversions into an album of biblical tales (2004’s Seven Swans), plus Songs For Christmas (2006) – as well as this year’s modern orchestral score for a film about a New York Expressway – only confirmed that here was a singular talent, liberated by wild ambition.

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STEPHEN MALKMUS & THE JICKS

Real Emotional Trash DOMINO 2008

The Pavement man had made solo records before, but none had been quite so free-roaming – or free-associating – as this. An album which formed connections with Malkmus’ indie past and with the folk and acid rock much pored over by this obsessive record collector,

it was an album of rocking jams and great jokes, but also an overlooked Malkmus quality: melancholy.

114

THE RACONTEURS

Consolers Of The Lonely XL 2008

Jack White’s monumental domination of the Uncut 150 begins with this, his most bombastic and, in some ways, ambitious album. The second Raconteurs album was a heroically overblown reaction to the parameters imposed by White on The White Stripes, a virtuoso rethink of The Who, Led Zep and vintage stadium rock, set upon by White and Brendan Benson with relish. The best, too, came last: “Carolina Drama”, an unravelling melodrama that showcased White as an unusually plausible ‘New Dylan’.

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THE SHINS

Chutes Too Narrow

SUB POP 2003

While most US indie rock of the mid-Noughties was indebted to the hysterical neuroses of Neutral Milk Hotel, The Shins found inspiration in the hypermelodies of the Elephant 6 collective. Their poised second album saw James Mercer refine his tricksy, Kinksy songcraft into new focus, cemented the mainstreaming of indie that would take them all the way to the Billboard Top 5.

112

BEIRUT

The Flying Club Cup

4AD 2007

Zach Condon’s debut, 2006’s Gulag Orkestar, was immersed in the gypsy music of Eastern Europe – an unusual influence for a New Mexican indie kid. For this stunningly ambitious follow-up – and still just 21 – he moved to France, suffusing his woozy torch-songs with an unctuous Gallicness (cue accordions, songs about wine and hot-air ballooning). Arcade Fire arranger Owen Pallett added perfect orchestrations, and the result was an album of quiet sophistication and delicate decadence.

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JENNY LEWIS &

THE WATSON TWINS

Rabbit Fur Coat TEAM LOVE 2006

There can be few

as adept at multi-tasking as Jenny Lewis. When not acting, fronting Rilo Kiley or guesting on albums by everyone from The Postal Service to Elvis Costello, Lewis has found time to release her own work. For this, her first ‘solo’ album, she was accompanied by the pristine harmonies of Nashville’s Chandra and Leigh Watson plus guests including M Ward and Conor Oberst. The vibe was gospel-tinged country soul, with Lewis cast as an Emmylou for the Noughties.

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STEELY DAN

Everything Must Go REPRISE 2003

After a two-decade recording hiatus was broken with 2000’s Two Against Nature, it took a mere three years for Steely Dan’s ninth LP to appear, and it was more of the same: impeccably polished, world-weary cocktail-hour pop, crowned with Donald Fagen’s Dylan-does-bossa tones. The trick, as ever, was the marriage of tasteful, gentle grooves to terrifyingly un-jazz lyrics about the end of the world or natural selection, and it worked again magnificently.

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THE WHITE STRIPES

Icky Thump XL 2007

The last Stripes album to date, Icky Thump was also the biggest-sounding, something of a return to full-on rock after the piano and marimba diversions of Get Behind Me Satan. Nevertheless, White’s tirelessly questing nature kept stretching out, this time taking in Mariachi, bagpipe-driven highland hokum, pearly king chic on the cover, his wife’s Lancastrian vowel sounds in the title and, weirdest of all, straight FM rock – the fabulous “You Don’t Know What Love Is (You Just Do As You’re Told)”.

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COMETS ON FIRE

Avatar SUB POP 2006

From 2000, Santa Cruz’s Ethan Miller plotted a thrilling course from the cosmic punk blasts of early Comets On Fire through to the frazzled ’70s rock essayed by his current project, Howlin Rain. The final Comets album (to date) acted as the perfect hybrid of his musical passions, mixing up proggish ballads, borderline-deranged hardcore and full-on psych with aplomb, thanks in no small parts to the furious jamming of Miller and his fellow guitarist Ben Chasny, whose Noughties solo career as Six Organs Of Admittance was equally busy and rewarding.

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Paul Westerberg

Come Feel Me Tremble

vagrant 2003

Westerberg, as leader of rowdy Minneapolis delinquents The Replacements, was the raw-voiced laureate of pre-grunge teenage nihilism, an acknowledged inspiration for subsequent industry giants like REM, Pearl Jam and Nirvana and a host of emerging roots rockers, Ryan Adams principal among them. Even the best of his post-Replacement solo albums had seemed, however, somewhat faltering, Westerberg apparently indifferent to his own legend. Come Feel Me Tremble, however, saw a fierce rekindling of his ambition on a set of scorched-earth rockers and the kind of blistered ballads of which he is a master.

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THE GO-BETWEENS

The Friends Of Rachel Worth CIRCUS 2000

After a decade

or so of ad hoc get-togethers, Robert Forster and Grant McLennan made their reunion permanent with this, the first of three excellent albums that comprised The Go-Betweens’ second phase – brought to an untimely end by McLennan’s death in 2006. Recorded in Portland with the assistance of Sleater-Kinney

and Quasi members, …Rachel Worth more or less took up where 1988’s 16 Lover’s Lane left off; age, it seemed, could only increase their wryness and poignancy.

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STEELY DAN

Two Against Nature Giant 2000

It had been 20 years since Gaucho, but Walter Becker and Donald Fagen’s “comeback”

album was characteristically self-contained, making no concessions to prevailing fashions. This was indisputably classic Dan – pristine jazz-pop with arch, hyper-bright lyrics – that sounded as if it could have appeared in any month of any year in between. One small change, though: in the touching, giddy “Almost Gothic” they gave us a love song, of all things, and very nearly lost their cool.

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GRIZZLY BEAR

Veckatimest WARP 2009

While British indie rockers struggled with corporate expectations towards the end of the decade, US bands found a less compromising path into the mainstream. Typical were Brooklyn’s Grizzly Bear, whose third LP artfully melded a literate approach with a satisfyingly complex – Wilsonian, perhaps – take on harmony-heavy chamber pop and suddenly found themselves in the US Top 10. It helped, of course, that amid all the delicately scored preciousness, Ed Droste and Daniel Rossen had written deeply insidious, if unorthodox, pop melodies.

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MISSY “MISDEMEANOR” ELLIOTT

Miss E …So Addictive

ELEKTRA 2001

The partnership between Missy Elliott and producer Tim “Timbaland” Mosley spawned a run of astonishing R&B singles around the turn of the decade, before Mosley’s quality control went awry and Elliott took a well-deserved break. On her third album, they hit their zenith: a clubby, exuberant, relentlessly inventive set that both epitomised the millennial craze for guest star-packed R&B/hip-hop albums and – thanks to the kinetic futurism of “Get Ur Freak On” et al – effortlessly transcended it.

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Felice Brothers

Felice Brothers

loose 2007

The Band’s mytho-biographical evocations of an emerging America were an obvious reference point for The Felice Brothers on this hugely accomplished follow-up to their UK debut, Tonight At The Arizona. The serial narratives variously described an antique world of swampy isolation, gloomy Appalachian hollows, riverboats, juke-joints, shot-gun shacks, bootleggers, carpetbaggers and star-crossed lovers. As on this year’s Yonder Stands The Clock, however, these finally were songs about America today, its woes not bygone, but ongoing.

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NEKO CASE

Blacklisted BLOODSHOT RECORDS 2002

“I’m a dying breed who still believes/Haunted by American dreams” Neko Case howled on the opener of her first solo LP proper. Up ’til now there had been something coy about her countryish flirtations, but here, on her own modern murder ballads and ghostly lullabies, she pulled tradition up by the roots, rediscovering

the surreal, gothic dreamlife of American folk song, and coming

on like the heir to Robert Johnson, David Lynch and Loretta Lynn.

Me And Orson Welles

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Uncut film review: ME AND ORSON WELLES Directed by Richard Linklater Starring Christian McKay, Zac Efron, Claire Danes “I am Orson Welles, and every one of you stands here as a subject to my vision.” So announces the young actor/director to the cast of his famed New York production of Julius ...
  • Uncut film review: ME AND ORSON WELLES
  • Directed by Richard Linklater
  • Starring Christian McKay, Zac Efron, Claire Danes

“I am Orson Welles, and every one of you stands here as a subject to my vision.” So announces the young actor/director to the cast of his famed New York production of Julius Caesar in 1937. But it’s not all about him: among this cast is teenager Richard (an impressive Efron), who within a week will debut on stage, be wooed and dropped by Welles’ mistress (Danes) and learn much about dark genius. He grows up as quickly.

If there are romantic comedy elements to what is one of the eclectic Linklater’s finest films yet, these are outweighed by a stellar character study. Brit newcomer McKay delivers a classy, career-making performance as Welles. Sensitive, narcissistic, bullying, his Orson is a tour de force, raising the game of the rest of the ensemble. A witty script and stylish yet unvarnished period feel also help. When the play has impressed audiences while changing the lives of all those in his circle, Welles booms, four years before Citizen Kane, “How the hell do I top this?”

CHRIS ROBERTS

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Nirvana – Live At Reading

You want a chastening thought? Kurt Cobain has been dead for more than 15 years. If you look up internet forums on which this performance – from 30 August, 1992 – is discussed, you’ll find among the shared memories of the event, a teenager saying “My dad was there”. Cobain’s daughter, Frances Bean, could make the same boast more poignantly; one of the few moments of direct communication between Kurt and the Reading audience comes when he dedicates “All Apologies” to her, noting that she is just 12 days old, before choreographing a mass expression of bonhomie for his absent wife, Courtney Love. Clearly, Cobain is sincere – pained sincerity was his thing – but you do wonder whether a few weeks of paternity leave might have offered a more purposeful expression of fatherly devotion. But no matter. This is a fierce live performance by a band who didn’t always manage to hold things together onstage. It catches Nirvana at maximum intensity, aware of, but not disabled by, the contradictions that tormented Cobain and would eventually tear him asunder. (Teenage readers may note that these demons included depression, chronic pain in the guts, drug addiction, and an exaggerated distrust of the mass popularity that had unexpectedly rained down on Nirvana.) In recent years there has been some speculation about the extent to which Cobain was broken by his success, and it’s a question to which there can be no definitive answer. But he certainly gave a good impression of a man who liked to think of himself as an outsider, and who subsequently had trouble with the thought that his painful individuality earned him the empathy of a great mass of people with whom he had nothing in common. (You can hear this thought in verse form during “In Bloom”). Put another way: if fame was the answer, the question must have been pretty stupid. There were some scratchy live shows when Nevermind first exploded, with Cobain playing through various types of discomfort. Here, at least, Nirvana - Cobain and his less charismatic cohorts, Krist Novoselic and Dave Grohl – play it straight, but not before a jokey intro, involving Cobain, a wheelchair, a blonde wig, and a hospital gown. (A response to unfounded rumours of Kurt’s impending demise, the skit isn’t exactly Mark Twain, but never mind). With 15 years hindsight, and the millstone of grunge hanging around their legacy, the originality of the music is harder to locate. Nirvana were many things: a mistranslation of the Pixies, a hardcore howl from punk’s second wave, Black Sabbath with the fat cut off. In their Unplugged moments, a sympathetic listener might detect echoes of Hank Williams or Roscoe Holcomb, but Nirvana in full flight was not subtle. It was about noise, speed and obliteration, delivered from the borderland between nosebleed and neuralgia. There is a refreshing lack of stagecraft: no video screens, no ramps, spaceships or mini-Stonehenges. There is, it’s true, an “interpretative dancer” called Tony, who gives a good impression of a man who is whacked to the point where he can no longer feel embarrassed by his chronic lack of grace. He dances like a lump, for a very long time. Cinematically, too, there is nothing fancy. The camerawork is unencumbered by crowd shots, fast-cuts, or stupid cranes. What you get is three guys whose stage clothes are their street clothes, playing as if they had no choice in the matter. (Kurt wears the hospital gown throughout.) What you get is a set that delivers Nevermind with the energy of Bleach, and looks forward to the concentrated angst of In Utero. It’s not fun, but it is exhilarating. What you get is an ironic intro to “Smells Like Teen Spirit”, in which Nirvana toy with Boston’s “More Than A Feeling”; 50,000 people singing “Lithium”; and a moment, during “On A Plain”, where you can hear that Nirvana, like Joy Division, were train-wrecked heavy metal. In the end, tradition wins. The instruments are decorously smashed. Kurt dabbles with feedback, and though his guitar has long since lost its compass, he grinds towards through “Star Spangled Banner”, like a punk Hendrix, set to self-destruct. ALASTAIR McKAY Latest music and film news on Uncut.co.uk

You want a chastening thought? Kurt Cobain has been dead for more than 15 years. If you look up internet forums on which this performance – from 30 August, 1992 – is discussed, you’ll find among the shared memories of the event, a teenager saying “My dad was there”.

Cobain’s daughter, Frances Bean, could make the same boast more poignantly; one of the few moments of direct communication between Kurt and the Reading audience comes when he dedicates “All Apologies” to her, noting that she is just 12 days old, before choreographing a mass expression of bonhomie for his absent wife, Courtney Love. Clearly, Cobain is sincere – pained sincerity was his thing – but you do wonder whether a few weeks of paternity leave might have offered a more purposeful expression of fatherly devotion.

But no matter. This is a fierce live performance by a band who didn’t always manage to hold things together onstage. It catches Nirvana at maximum intensity, aware of, but not disabled by, the contradictions that tormented Cobain and would eventually tear him asunder. (Teenage readers may note that these demons included depression, chronic pain in the guts, drug addiction, and an exaggerated distrust of the mass popularity that had unexpectedly rained down on Nirvana.)

In recent years there has been some speculation about the extent to which Cobain was broken by his success, and it’s a question to which there can be no definitive answer. But he certainly gave a good impression of a man who liked to think of himself as an outsider, and who subsequently had trouble with the thought that his painful individuality earned him the empathy of a great mass of people with whom he had nothing in common. (You can hear this thought in verse form during “In Bloom”). Put another way: if fame was the answer, the question must have been pretty stupid.

There were some scratchy live shows when Nevermind first exploded, with Cobain playing through various types of discomfort. Here, at least, Nirvana – Cobain and his less charismatic cohorts, Krist Novoselic and Dave Grohl – play it straight, but not before a jokey intro, involving Cobain, a wheelchair, a blonde wig, and a hospital gown. (A response to unfounded rumours of Kurt’s impending demise, the skit isn’t exactly Mark Twain, but never mind).

With 15 years hindsight, and the millstone of grunge hanging around their legacy, the originality of the music is harder to locate. Nirvana were many things: a mistranslation of the Pixies, a hardcore howl from punk’s second wave, Black Sabbath with the fat cut off. In their Unplugged moments, a sympathetic listener might detect echoes of Hank Williams or Roscoe Holcomb, but Nirvana in full flight was not subtle. It was about noise, speed and obliteration, delivered from the borderland between nosebleed and neuralgia.

There is a refreshing lack of stagecraft: no video screens, no ramps, spaceships or mini-Stonehenges. There is, it’s true, an “interpretative dancer” called Tony, who gives a good impression of a man who is whacked to the point where he can no longer feel embarrassed by his chronic lack of grace. He dances like a lump, for a very long time. Cinematically, too, there is nothing fancy. The camerawork is unencumbered by crowd shots, fast-cuts, or stupid cranes.

What you get is three guys whose stage clothes are their street clothes, playing as if they had no choice in the matter. (Kurt wears the hospital gown throughout.) What you get is a set that delivers Nevermind with the energy of Bleach, and looks forward to the concentrated angst of In Utero. It’s not fun, but it is exhilarating.

What you get is an ironic intro to “Smells Like Teen Spirit”, in which Nirvana toy with Boston’s “More Than A Feeling”; 50,000 people singing “Lithium”; and a moment, during “On A Plain”, where you can hear that Nirvana, like Joy Division, were train-wrecked heavy metal.

In the end, tradition wins. The instruments are decorously smashed. Kurt dabbles with feedback, and though his guitar has long since lost its compass, he grinds towards through “Star Spangled Banner”, like a punk Hendrix, set to self-destruct.

ALASTAIR McKAY

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Outnumbered – Series 1 And 2

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The family has been the meat and two veg of the sitcom since the days of I Love Lucy – and, invariably, not every iteration since has proved successful. For every Royle Family, for instance, there is a My Family. Outnumbered, while essentially playing a familiar tune – that is, beleaguered parents struggle to raise their kids with minimal emotional damage for all concerned – has managed to find a satisfactory way of bringing a freshness to the format. There are familiar tropes – 12-year-old Jake, who despite the anxieties of adolescence is frequently more knowledgeable than his dad on most subjects, anarchic eight year-old Ben who’s a consummate liar, and seven-year-old Karen, who is capable of reducing her parents to impotent rage via relentless questioning. The parents, Pete and Sue Brockman, battle with mudane, every day scenarios, such as getting their children ready for school, finding lost car keys or defusing filial squabbles about ownership of dinosaurs, rocket ships and laptops. But the spin, by Drop The Dead Donkey creators Andy Hamilton and Guy Jenkin, is to put the children at the centre of the story – and letting them improvise much of their own dialogue. It’s a bit like throwing a hand grenade into a crowded room, shutting the door and seeing what happens. A conversation about fundamentalist terrorism, for instance, leads to this terrifying example of childhood logic from Karen: “Why would God tell them to blow up planes? He could do it much easlier than they could. He could do whatever he wants, he’s God.” As the series progresses, Ben emerges as the show’s de facto star. In one episode, he’s denied a toy in a shop, and starts shouting “Stranger, stranger!” while pointing at his dad. “Come on, Ben,” Pete says, leading him towards the door. “My name’s not Ben!” he shrieks. His lies are magnificent. As Pete and Sue, Hugh Dennis and Claire Skinner do a fine line in worried and worn-down. It seems like every episode is an effort for them to keep their heads above water. But there is something incredibly heroic – and, indeed, very loving – about the way they toil to keep family life and soul together against any number of adversities, many of them external. As such, the Brockmans house – a cluttered den in north London – is a place of exasperation and affection. Like all family homes, then. EXTRAS: Comic Relief special, outtakes, extended and deleted scenes. MICHAEL BONNER Latest music and film news on Uncut.co.uk

The family has been the meat and two veg of the sitcom since the days of I Love Lucy – and, invariably, not every iteration since has proved successful. For every Royle Family, for instance, there is a My Family. Outnumbered, while essentially playing a familiar tune – that is, beleaguered parents struggle to raise their kids with minimal emotional damage for all concerned – has managed to find a satisfactory way of bringing a freshness to the format.

There are familiar tropes – 12-year-old Jake, who despite the anxieties of adolescence is frequently more knowledgeable than his dad on most subjects, anarchic eight year-old Ben who’s a consummate liar, and seven-year-old Karen, who is capable of reducing her parents to impotent rage via relentless questioning.

The parents, Pete and Sue Brockman, battle with mudane, every day scenarios, such as getting their children ready for school, finding lost car keys or defusing filial squabbles about ownership of dinosaurs, rocket ships and laptops. But the spin, by Drop The Dead Donkey creators Andy Hamilton and Guy Jenkin, is to put the children at the centre of the story – and letting them improvise much of their own dialogue. It’s a bit like throwing a hand grenade into a crowded room, shutting the door and seeing what happens.

A conversation about fundamentalist terrorism, for instance, leads to this terrifying example of childhood logic from Karen: “Why would God tell them to blow up planes? He could do it much easlier than they could. He could do whatever he wants, he’s God.”

As the series progresses, Ben emerges as the show’s de facto star. In one episode, he’s denied a toy in a shop, and starts shouting “Stranger, stranger!” while pointing at his dad. “Come on, Ben,” Pete says, leading him towards the door. “My name’s not Ben!” he shrieks. His lies are magnificent.

As Pete and Sue, Hugh Dennis and Claire Skinner do a fine line in worried and worn-down. It seems like every episode is an effort for them to keep their heads above water. But there is something incredibly heroic – and, indeed, very loving – about the way they toil to keep family life and soul together against any number of adversities, many of them external. As such, the Brockmans house – a cluttered den in north London – is a place of exasperation and affection. Like all family homes, then.

EXTRAS: Comic Relief special, outtakes, extended and deleted scenes.

MICHAEL BONNER

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Cluster, “Qua”; Robert AA Lowe & Rose Lazar, “Eclipses”

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A note on last week’s playlist from Nick, praising the new Cluster album in the face of what he descibes as “kosmische-light” (lite? leit?). Quite tempted, actually, to use that as part of some self-sabotaging branding project. Wild Mercury Sound: Hyping Kosmische-Lite Since 2007. In truth, though, this new Cluster record, “Qua” is pretty good. It feels like we’ve been happily bombarded with various Cluster reissues over the past few months: looking at my iPod the other day, I discovered I had two different versions of “Sowiesoso” on there; and even now on my desk there are a couple of Moebius and Roedelius solo reissues on Bureau B waiting to be played. There’s also an album here credited to Robert AA Lowe & Rose Lazar called “Eclipses”, though it seems Lazar contributes artwork rather than music (which I haven’t seen). It’s plausible that Lowe could be described as making “Kosmische-Lite”, though I’m sure he’d bristle at the term. He usually records faintly creepy quasi-ambience as Lichens, and has recently been sitting in on live dates with Om. Anyhow “Eclipses”, and I quote from the press release, is about “Pushing out beyond natural terrestrial landscapes into those slightly more cosmic or alien in scope,” and was “recorded at home by Lowe utilizing semi-modular and polyphonic analogue synthesizers”. The results are a bunch of austerely minimal and very beautiful pieces – maybe 80 per cent restful, 20 per cent unnerving – that I’d normally describe as kosmische: imagine one of Gavin Russom’s projects, rendered beatless, for a contemporary comparison. I’d also often use Cluster as a reference point for this sort of thing (especially the lengthy, undulating “Crayon Gym”), but playing “Eclipses” and “Qua” next to each other, it’s clear that the former has a certain spiritual/meditative heft (though this might just be an assumption based on the Om hook-up), while Cluster are much more slippery and playful than their reputation and legacy sometimes suggest. Moebius certainly didn’t come across as particularly playful on the recent BBC4 Krautrock documentary: compared with his generally contented and well-adjusted contemporaries, he seemed to be the one musician of his generation to be interviewed who betrayed some bitterness at not receiving the credit and financial rewards he felt he deserved. Nevertheless, “Qua” reverberates with the duo’s enduring eccentricities, 17 miniatures shot through with creaking doors, unreliable clocks and constantly shifting musical patterns. It sounds heroically out of time, and not at all like the new-ageish Roedelius & Story album from a couple of years back. There are no lunar meditations here, and a lot of these trinkets sound more like a halfway house between some early ‘90s electronica things (The Black Dog, maybe?) and electronic approximations of early Moondog pieces. It’s very charming and effective, though it’d be a stretch to imagine I’ll end up playing it more than, say, “Zuckerzeit”.

A note on last week’s playlist from Nick, praising the new Cluster album in the face of what he descibes as “kosmische-light” (lite? leit?). Quite tempted, actually, to use that as part of some self-sabotaging branding project. Wild Mercury Sound: Hyping Kosmische-Lite Since 2007.

Elbow And Radiohead Support Charity Auction

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Elbow and Radiohead are among the artists donating items to be auctioned in a bid to raise money for Music Beats Mines. The charity, a campaign by the Mines Advisory Group, aims to help those affected by land mines, particularly in third world countries, where people are still being killed long aft...

Elbow and Radiohead are among the artists donating items to be auctioned in a bid to raise money for Music Beats Mines.

The charity, a campaign by the Mines Advisory Group, aims to help those affected by land mines, particularly in third world countries, where people are still being killed long after a conflict has ended due to the mines still being present. In many cases, whole areas have been abandoned due to fear.

As well as donating several items, last month Elbow’s Guy Garvey made a video promoting the cause, saying: “It’s up to us to get rid of mines and bombs so that people can enjoy the safe walking down the street kind of lifestyle that we do. Music Beats Mines is the answer.”

Radiohead have donated signed artwork from their 2000 album ‘Kid A’. Other things up for auction include the chance to play on the Steinway Grand Piano at the infamous Bridgewater Hall in Manchester, a large Stone Roses signed poster and many others.

The live auction opens tomorrow in Manchester. For more details Click Here

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