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Paul McCartney Sets ‘Record Straight’ About Michael Jackson

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Paul McCartney has denied tabloid rumours that he is upset at being omitted from the late Michael Jackson's will. It had been strongly rumoured that Jackson had left McCartney his 50 per cent stake in ATV/ Sony publishing - which own a lot of the Beatles back catalogue - however McCartney has not ...

Paul McCartney has denied tabloid rumours that he is upset at being omitted from the late Michael Jackson‘s will.

It had been strongly rumoured that Jackson had left McCartney his 50 per cent stake in ATV/ Sony publishing – which own a lot of the Beatles back catalogue – however McCartney has not been mentioned in the will.

Writing a statement entitled ‘For The Record’ on his website Paulmccartney.com, McCartney has said: “Some time ago, the media came up with the idea that Michael Jackson was going to leave his share in the Beatles songs to me in his will which was completely made up and something I didn’t believe for a second.

“Now the report is that I am devastated to find that he didn’t leave the songs to me. This is completely untrue. I had not thought for one minute that the original report was true and therefore, the report that I’m devastated is also totally false, so don’t believe everything you read folks!

“In fact, though Michael and I drifted apart over the years, we never really fell out, and I have fond memories of our time together. At times like this, the press do tend to make things up, so occasionally, I feel the need to put the record straight.”

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Debut Dead Weather Album Streams Online Now

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The Dead Weather’s debut album, Horehound is streaming online for free for the next 24 hours at www.iLike.com/thedeadweather. The Dead Weather features Jack White and The Kills' Alison Mosshart and their debut album, is set for release next Monday (July 13). Speaking in advance of Horehound's re...

The Dead Weather’s debut album, Horehound is streaming online for free for the next 24 hours at www.iLike.com/thedeadweather.

The Dead Weather features Jack White and The Kills‘ Alison Mosshart and their debut album, is set for release next Monday (July 13).

Speaking in advance of Horehound’s release, White has commented:“I feel it, you feel it – we’re all struggling with the trouble that this industry is in right now. And it’s not about sales; it’s about beauty and romance and a relationship to art that’s turning invisible, and it’s affecting people’s perception of music. It’s affecting whether they think of it as a viable art, because it’s so disposable.

“It’s not about being modern or retro or a Luddite or being hopeful or pessimistic about the future; it’s about clinging on to what makes sense of our lives, and what gives our lives value, and what gives us a commonality and a feeling of belonging.”

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Yo La Tengo Announce New Tour Dates

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Yo La Tengo have announced four UK and Ireland tour dates as part of their new European tour. The band are set to release a new studio album on Sept 7, 'Popular Songs.' The forthcoming double album has been recorded in Nashville with long time producer and friend Roger Mountenot. Yo La Tengo's UK ...

Yo La Tengo have announced four UK and Ireland tour dates as part of their new European tour.

The band are set to release a new studio album on Sept 7, ‘Popular Songs.’ The forthcoming double album has been recorded in Nashville with long time producer and friend Roger Mountenot.

Yo La Tengo’s UK and Ireland tour dates will be:

Dublin Tripod (November 5)

Glasgow ABC (6)

Manchester Academy 2 (7)

London Roundhouse (8)

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Bon Iver/Volcano Choir: “Unmap”

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When I reviewed Bon Iver’s “For Emma, Forever Ago” last year, I ended the piece by saying, “Whether [Justin Vernon] is heading out of his father’s cabin towards a long, significant career is hard to predict, and the perverse romantic in me almost wants him not to bother trying. “For Emma, Forever Ago” is such a hermetically sealed, complete and satisfying album, the prospect of a follow-up – of a life for Vernon beyond the wilderness, even - seems merely extraneous. Since then, however, Vernon has become something of an unlikely, if still rather, discreet success story: only last week Bon Iver sold out a 3,000-capacity tent by the Serpentine in London, confirming that his apparently solipsistic music has a much greater life and range than even some of his most ardent fans might initially have expected. His follow-up of sorts to “For Emma”, though, is not quite what many of those followers might have expected, but is a brilliant way of moving on from the lonesome intensity of that debut. For a start, “Unmap” is not even, technically, a Bon Iver album. It’s credited, instead, to Volcano Choir; Vernon and five other Wisconsin musicians whose previous work, as Collections Of Colonies Of Bees, is totally unknown to me (if anyone knows more, please share). “Unmap” was recorded at Vernon’s hut in the forest again, and it shares many of the frail, lovely atmospheres of “For Emma”. This time, though, it’ll be nigh-on impossible to label Vernon as a folk singer, or his music as a nuanced reconfiguration of alt-country. On these nine largely entrancing tracks, the experimental textures that hovered in the background on “For Emma” are pushed gently to the fore. Formal, assimilable songs are relatively scarce – instead, “Unmap” is an immersive, though never intimidating, experience. From the broken acoustic figure and processed glitch that opens “Husks And Shells” onwards, it feels like the key influence on Volcano Choir’s music may be a sort of aesthetically-pleasing, looping post-rock; the stuff that cross-pollinated with leftfield electronica, rather than the quiet-quiet-loud strain.Earlyish Tortoise spring to mind, minus the time-changes and jazz chops, but also a few good second-tier post-rock bands who moved nearer to electroacoustic and contemporary classical terrain, like Radian and The Threnody Ensemble (check out “Seeplymouth” and “And Gather”, especially). If that sounds forbidding, it shouldn’t be, not least because that opening “Husks And Shells” soon enough arrives at a hugely reassuring choral sigh courtesy of Vernon. His voice is extraordinary here and throughout, often disregarding words in favour of warm emotional textures. On “Seeplymouth” (a distant relative of Bon Iver’s “Team”) and “Island, IS”, he floats in over ornate, chiming and strikingly lovely looped passages that suggest a rock band with a featherlight touch who’ve listened to a lot of Phillip Glass. “Island, IS”, though, is the closest to a conventionally focused song here, and also recalls TV On The Radio (circa “Cookie Mountain”, maybe) or, from about three minutes in, the elliptical R&B of The Dirty Projectors (a comparison you could draw with “And Gather” and “Cool Knowledge”, too). Elsewhere, Vernon follows up on those hints of Fennesz on “For Emma” with plenty of sweet ambient fuzz and hum, so much so that “Dote” could pass for something off “Endless Summer”, while “Youlogy” is, in part, a processed electronica piece reminiscent of Oval, perhaps. Over that noise, however,Volcano Choir construct a shimmering spiritual piece reminiscent of “Amazing Grace”, a showcase for Vernon’s tremendous vocals. Here, and on “Mbira In The Morass” (a bit dislocated John Cage, this one, though the title implies thumb pianos rather than prepared ones), his distrait soulfulness is strong enough to put Antony Hegarty in his rightful place. Strange, then, that he chooses to disfigure his voice on “Still”. A new version of “Woods” from the Bon Iver “Blood Bank” EP, it again finds Vernon Autotuning or Vocodering his voice, though this time the band flesh out his refrain into a dense, cumulative drama seven minutes long. It’s a ravishing song, but Vernon’s use of such a firm digital tweak still sets my teeth on edge, too close to Kanye West on “808s And Heartbreak” for my comfort. At least, it’ll wind up a few musical puritans, I guess…

When I reviewed Bon Iver’s “For Emma, Forever Ago” last year, I ended the piece by saying, “Whether [Justin Vernon] is heading out of his father’s cabin towards a long, significant career is hard to predict, and the perverse romantic in me almost wants him not to bother trying. “For Emma, Forever Ago” is such a hermetically sealed, complete and satisfying album, the prospect of a follow-up – of a life for Vernon beyond the wilderness, even – seems merely extraneous.

Tricky Added To Latitude Festival Line-Up!

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Tricky has just been confirmed to perform at this month's Latitude Festival, which kicks off in eight days (July 16)! The trip-hop star who released his eigth record 'Knowle West Boy' last year, joins Spiritualized, Gossip, Bat For Lashes, Squeeze, Magazine and St Etienne in the festival's Uncut Ar...

Tricky has just been confirmed to perform at this month’s Latitude Festival, which kicks off in eight days (July 16)!

The trip-hop star who released his eigth record ‘Knowle West Boy’ last year, joins Spiritualized, Gossip, Bat For Lashes, Squeeze, Magazine and St Etienne in the festival’s Uncut Arena.

More music additions have also been made for the Sunrise Arena including DM Stith, Thomas Dybdahl and Blue Roses. The new bands stage already has artsists like !!!, Passion Pit, Little Boots.

The award-winning Latitide Festival kicks off next Thursday, and takes place on the lush Henham Park grounds in Suffolk, near the seaside town of Southwold.

Go to Uncut’s dedicated Latitude blog now for regularly updated previews, interviews, announcements and festival-related competitions.

The festival fun kicks off on July 16! We’ll see you there!

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Tinariwen – Imidiwan: Companions

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As inquisitive music fans seek out ever more interesting textures and beats from around the world, it comes as no surprise to see an exotic Touareg blues outfit from the deserts of Mali being championed by such highbrow rock royalty as Brian Eno, Thom Yorke, Robert Plant, Bono, Chris Martin and TV On The Radio. However, when The Sun, The Mirror and dear old Preston from The Ordinary Boys start enthusiastically raving about them, you realise that the tipping point has arrived. Tinariwen have officially become Rather Popular. And the Touareg/rock’n’roll love-in is fully reciprocated. Tinwariwen’s founding father and frontman, Ibrahim “Abaraybone” Ag Alhabib, was always as much a fan of Santana, Bob Marley and Led Zeppelin as he was of Touareg folk melodies. His co-leader Abdallah Ag Alhousseyni grew up listening to tapes by Willie Nelson, The Bee Gees and Boney M (“in the desert, you listen to whatever you can get your hands on,” he explains), while younger bandmembers are happy to race around the desert in 4x4s playing Motörhead and Metallica. They’ve been going, in various forms, since the early 1980s, releasing their first album proper in 2001, but things have really taken off since signing to the rock label Independiente in 2007. They’ve since played at Glastonbury, Coachella and Roskilde; they’ve been joined on stage by Robert Plant, Carlos Santana and Taj Mahal; late last year they played a series of uneasy collaborations with English folktronica act Tunng in an eccentrically programmed UK tour. Of course, it helped that the backstory – Ibrahim’s father was killed by the Malian military for helping Touareg rebels, and Ibrahim and other members later trained in a Libyan guerrilla camp, making music to mourn their dead comrades – was sufficiently hardcore that it made Tupac Shakur look like Little Lord Fauntleroy. In a culture obsessed with “keeping it real” it added a wild man authenticity to their twisted, spartan take on the blues. Although Tinariwen might have been less convincing had they come from Ruislip, it’s important not to let the remarkable biography overshadow the music. A cat’s cradle of wiry funk guitar riffs played over ragged, galloping hand drums, topped by growling, ululating vocals, it seemed to reunite pre-war Delta Blues with its distant African cousins. There were traces of Mali’s hypnotic jeli griots and kora players; there were folk melodies that came from the dislocated, lonesome, nomadic Touareg desert culture from which the band emerged, but when added together it invoked odd but curiously apposite comparisons: Can, Captain Beefheart, The Clash, Black Sabbath. Their last album, 2007’s Water Is Life album, produced in a Bamako studio by Robert Plant’s guitarist Justin Adams, was superficially raw but subtly arranged. The traditional hand drums were multi-tracked and beefed up with handclaps, while the guitars were occasionally treated with wah-wah pedals, fuzzboxes and touches of studio technology. Imidiwan: Companions strips away such modern accoutrements and sees engineer Jean-Paul Romann recording them in situ in a series of remote Malian villages, his portable studio powered by a chugging generator. Everything sounds deliciously grubby and unpolished – the kora-style patterns on “Lulla” seem to tumble out of the guitars in a gloriously haphazard manner; the jittery “Enseqi Ehad Didagh (Lying Down Tonight)”, negotiates the wonderfully disorientating time-signature of 9/16 with a ramshackle charm. Oddly, the more raw and lo-fi you record Tinariwen, the more the cross-cultural connections start to jump out. “Tenhert (The Doe)” is based around a killer blues riff that recalls Howlin’ Wolf’s “Smokestack Lightning”, all the time accompanied by half-spoken, arrhythmic rapping. “Kel Tamashek (The Tamashek People)”, based around a discordant acoustic guitar drone, starts off like an Incredible String Band miniature before a thumping bass drum figure recalls Animal Collective. Most of the songs are based around single-chord riffs, but added textures come from the female back-up vocalists – singing, slightly chaotically, in unison, like a Tuareg Bananarama, they add a gleefully poppy sheen to the anthemic “Imidiwan Afrik Tendam (My Friends From All Over Africa)” or the lazy funk of “Tahult In (My Salvation)”. The slow-burning waltz “Tamodjerazt Assis (Regret Is Like A Storm)” is the only track featuring Tuareg poet and occasional bandmember Japonais (“he represents the true soul of Tinariwen,” says Ibrahim, “uncompromising and untameable, which is why he is not very good on tour…”). The album ends with a hidden track “Ere Tesfata Adounia” – an Eno-esque series of spooky, barely stroked guitar effects, feeding back through the speakers, as haunting as a desert wind. It serves as a membrane linking ancient Africa with 21st century electronica – the ghost in the machine of rock’n’roll. JOHN LEWIS For more album reviews, click here for the UNCUT music archive

As inquisitive music fans seek out ever more interesting textures and beats from around the world, it comes as no surprise to see an exotic Touareg blues outfit from the deserts of Mali being championed by such highbrow rock royalty as Brian Eno, Thom Yorke, Robert Plant, Bono, Chris Martin and TV On The Radio. However, when The Sun, The Mirror and dear old Preston from The Ordinary Boys start enthusiastically raving about them, you realise that the tipping point has arrived. Tinariwen have officially become Rather Popular.

And the Touareg/rock’n’roll love-in is fully reciprocated. Tinwariwen’s founding father and frontman, Ibrahim “Abaraybone” Ag Alhabib, was always as much a fan of Santana, Bob Marley and Led Zeppelin as he was of Touareg folk melodies. His co-leader Abdallah Ag Alhousseyni grew up listening to tapes by Willie Nelson, The Bee Gees and Boney M (“in the desert, you listen to whatever you can get your hands on,” he explains), while younger bandmembers are happy to race around the desert in 4x4s playing Motörhead and Metallica.

They’ve been going, in various forms, since the early 1980s, releasing their first album proper in 2001, but things have really taken off since signing to the rock label Independiente in 2007. They’ve since played at Glastonbury, Coachella and Roskilde; they’ve been joined on stage by Robert Plant, Carlos Santana and Taj Mahal; late last year they played a series of uneasy collaborations with English folktronica act Tunng in an eccentrically programmed UK tour.

Of course, it helped that the backstory – Ibrahim’s father was killed by the Malian military for helping Touareg rebels, and Ibrahim and other members later trained in a Libyan guerrilla camp, making music to mourn their dead comrades – was sufficiently hardcore that it made Tupac Shakur look like Little Lord Fauntleroy. In a culture obsessed with “keeping it real” it added a wild man authenticity to their twisted, spartan take on the blues.

Although Tinariwen might have been less convincing had they come from Ruislip, it’s important not to let the remarkable biography overshadow the music. A cat’s cradle of wiry funk guitar riffs played over ragged, galloping hand drums, topped by growling, ululating vocals, it seemed to reunite pre-war Delta Blues with its distant African cousins. There were traces of Mali’s hypnotic jeli griots and kora players; there were folk melodies that came from the dislocated, lonesome, nomadic Touareg desert culture from which the band emerged, but when added together it invoked odd but curiously apposite comparisons: Can, Captain Beefheart, The Clash, Black Sabbath.

Their last album, 2007’s Water Is Life album, produced in a Bamako studio by Robert Plant’s guitarist Justin Adams, was superficially raw but subtly arranged. The traditional hand drums were multi-tracked and beefed up with handclaps, while the guitars were occasionally treated with wah-wah pedals, fuzzboxes and touches of studio technology. Imidiwan: Companions strips away such modern accoutrements and sees engineer Jean-Paul Romann recording them in situ in a series of remote Malian villages, his portable studio powered by a chugging generator. Everything sounds deliciously grubby and unpolished – the kora-style patterns on “Lulla” seem to tumble out of the guitars in a gloriously haphazard manner; the jittery “Enseqi Ehad Didagh (Lying Down Tonight)”, negotiates the wonderfully disorientating time-signature of 9/16 with a ramshackle charm.

Oddly, the more raw and lo-fi you record Tinariwen, the more the cross-cultural connections start to jump out. “Tenhert (The Doe)” is based around a killer blues riff that recalls Howlin’ Wolf’s “Smokestack Lightning”, all the time accompanied by half-spoken, arrhythmic rapping. “Kel Tamashek (The Tamashek People)”, based around a discordant acoustic guitar drone, starts off like an Incredible String Band miniature before a thumping bass drum figure recalls Animal Collective.

Most of the songs are based around single-chord riffs, but added textures come from the female back-up vocalists – singing, slightly chaotically, in unison, like a Tuareg Bananarama, they add a gleefully poppy sheen to the anthemic “Imidiwan Afrik Tendam (My Friends From All Over Africa)”

or the lazy funk of “Tahult In (My Salvation)”.

The slow-burning waltz “Tamodjerazt Assis (Regret Is Like A Storm)” is the only track featuring Tuareg poet and occasional bandmember Japonais (“he represents the true soul of Tinariwen,” says Ibrahim, “uncompromising and untameable, which is why he is not very good on tour…”).

The album ends with a hidden track “Ere Tesfata Adounia” – an Eno-esque series of spooky, barely stroked guitar effects, feeding back through the speakers, as haunting as a desert wind. It serves as a membrane linking ancient Africa with 21st century electronica – the ghost in the machine of rock’n’roll.

JOHN LEWIS

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Levon Helm – Electric Dirt

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Levon Helm never could understand why The Band had to be dissolved in 1976. “What a sin it is, to take a good group from productivity to oblivion,” he scowled in his autobiography 20 years later. The puzzle is why it took Helm so long to make an album that extended The Band’s pioneering canon...

Levon Helm never could understand why The Band had to be dissolved in 1976. “What a sin it is, to take a good group from productivity to oblivion,” he scowled in his autobiography 20 years later.

The puzzle is why it took Helm so long to make an album that extended The Band’s pioneering canon, that subtle fusion of modern music and old-time sensibilities in which Levon Helm ‘s plaintive, Southern vocals played such a central role. After the split there were a couple of half-cocked solo works, and later The Band Redux, but without leading light Robbie Robertson, and with Richard Manuel and Rick Danko in perilously poor health. Small wonder that, in the studio at least, the group produced only flickers of their old magic.

Then, two years ago came Dirt Farmer, an album majoring on songs with which Helm had grown up on his parents’ Arkansas cotton farm, and that recaptured the voice and persona that animated Band landmarks like “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down”. Justly hailed, the record won a Grammy. Furthermore, in the fiercely contested battle between Helm and Robertson – the prize being not just songwriting credits but status as presiding spirit of The Band – Dirt Farmer tilted the contest away from the cerebral guitarist and toward the ornery Arkansas drummer.

Perhaps it was impossible for Helm to engage fully his talents before The Band had been put to rest. Perhaps, too, his protracted show-down with throat cancer – in which the Reaper blinked first – added focus. Certainly Levon now carries the air of a man in a hurry. Nor should one overlook the contribution of his daughter, Amy, who encouraged Pop to engage with the music of his earliest years, and whose own harmonies beautifully temper her father’s grainy, miraculously restored vocal tones.

Amy’s present again on Electric Dirt, which, as the title suggests, doesn’t stray far from its predecessor’s template. Once more it was recorded at Helm’s beloved Woodstock studio, The Barn (rebuilt after it burnt down), with Bob Dylan sideman Larry Campbell in the producer’s seat, deftly guiding the performances and mix and adding his multi-instrumental skills.

The musical palette, however, is wider this time round, emphasising the breadth of Helm’s interests rather than the stuff on which he was weaned – numbers by Muddy Waters and Nina Simone rub shoulders with works by Randy Newman and the Grateful Dead. Nonetheless, Helm’s roots as a farmer’s son get an airing on “Growing Trade”, the only original here. With references to hardships willingly borne and the beauty of harvest time and cottonfields, it’s a clear nod back to The Band years – the intro almost quotes “The Weight” – but this is no pastoral idyll. “I used to farm for a living, but now I’m in the growing trade,” confesses a narrator driven to raising an illegal cash crop to feed his family.

Elsewhere the moods and influences tumble breezily over one another. The opener, a cover of the Grateful Dead’s “Tennessee Jed” swings joyously, the trademark clatter of Helm’s drums set against a juicy Southern horn section. Those particular flavours blaze even more brilliantly on Randy Newman’s “Kingfish”, where Allen Toussaint himself arranges blousy New Orleans horns and Helm gives his all to lyrics like “I’m a cracker and you are too” that celebrate the South’s good ol’ boy as hero rather than villain.

“Stuff You Gotta Watch”, a much covered Buddy Johnson song familiar from The Band, and Muddy Waters’ “You Can’t Lose What You Never Had”, explore the up and down sides of 12-bar blues, the former shriling gorgeously to a Cajun accordion. A take on The Staple Singers’ “Move Along Train” has more than a touch of gospel, and what Helm describes as “the slowed-down rock’n’roll beat, with more beat on the downbeat”. “Golden Bird”, penned by Happy Traum, another Dylan associate, strikes a solemn, Appalachian note of transcendence, a quavering voice set against aching violin.

Add “Heaven’s Pearls”, a number from Amy’s group Ollabelle, and Simone’s “I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free” and you have a remarkable set in which the joys and pains of this world are touched by the uncertainties of the next. Nina’s idiosyncratic melody proves a little elusive for Levon, but he sings with infectious fervour. Hang up his rock’n’roll shoes? Not just yet.

NEIL SPENCER

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The Duke & The King – Nothing Gold Can Stay

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Drummer and sometime singer Simone Felice always seemed the least predictable of The Felice Brothers. It was Simone, for instance you’d most likely find dangling from a speaker monitor, or launching a ninja attack on a bass drum halfway through a show. Then there’s his shadow career as novelist/...

Drummer and sometime singer Simone Felice always seemed the least predictable of The Felice Brothers. It was Simone, for instance you’d most likely find dangling from a speaker monitor, or launching a ninja attack on a bass drum halfway through a show. Then there’s his shadow career as novelist/short story writer. Now, having taken permanent leave from the Catskills-based band comes his new project, The Duke & The King, a collaborative effort with Robert ‘Chicken’ Burke. It’s as far removed from the combustible racket of his siblings as is possible to imagine, Felice instead heading for the sweet spot between ’70s FM radio and the boom years of Topanga Canyon.

You’d never guess that these warm, conversational, acoustic-led offerings were sprung from what Felice calls “a long, fateful winter”. Halfway through recording, his partner lost the child they were expecting, and a distraught Simone funnelled his sorrow into a new batch of songs. There are discernible traces of it in the sunburned reverie of “Lose My Self”, a slow gospel tune with distorted guitar crackling uneasily in the distance. At barely a minute long, “I’ve Been Bad” feels like someone shaking a bad dream from their head. The subdued mood only serves to heighten the sad-sweet beauty of the music itself. “If You Ever Get Famous” and “Union Street” are the kind of delicate lullabies James Taylor might have saved for Sweet Baby James, while “Suzanne” is a dead ringer for Stephen Stills in his CSN prime.

The only concession to the Brothers’ penchant for a raw narrative is “One More American Song”. Here they tell of John the King of Bottle Tops, the quiet kid at school who got fucked up in the army and now spends his life pushing shopping carts. Overall though – a quality it shares with the whole collection – this a song with an understated, but crucial, element of hope.

ROB HUGHES

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REM – Reckoning (25th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)

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The inscrutable elegance of Murmur, an affable open-heartedness to fans and bands alike, and countless miles of hard touring, had by 1984 turned REM into darlings of the American underground. Reckoning, remarkably, deepened the band’s mythology, projecting a kind of existential restlessness wrapped in webs of gorgeous guitar arpeggio and interweaving vocal textures. The band’s range broadens here, incorporating everything from Velvets-style drone to a touch of honky-tonk, as singer Michael Stipe, swathed in Southern twang, shades the would-be fatalism of “(Don’t Go Back to) Rockville” with layers of melancholy. There’s nary a stumble; the glorious harmony-and-jangle rush of “Harborcoat” and the pounding dirge “So. Central Rain” remain career highlights. Too bad Universal couldn’t assemble a Reckoning Sessions set, though, considering the quality of attendant outtakes; a fine live tape from Chicago 1984 that captures the group’s scruffy stage persona comprises the bonus disc. LUKE TORN For more album reviews, click here for the UNCUT music archive

The inscrutable elegance of Murmur, an affable open-heartedness to fans and bands alike, and countless miles of hard touring, had by 1984 turned REM into darlings of the American underground.

Reckoning, remarkably, deepened the band’s mythology, projecting a kind of existential restlessness wrapped in webs of gorgeous guitar arpeggio and interweaving vocal textures. The band’s range broadens here, incorporating everything from Velvets-style drone to a touch of honky-tonk, as singer Michael Stipe, swathed in Southern twang, shades the would-be fatalism of “(Don’t Go Back to) Rockville” with layers of melancholy.

There’s nary a stumble; the glorious harmony-and-jangle rush of “Harborcoat” and the pounding dirge “So. Central Rain” remain career highlights. Too bad Universal couldn’t assemble a Reckoning Sessions set, though, considering the quality of attendant outtakes; a fine live tape from Chicago 1984 that captures the group’s scruffy stage persona comprises the bonus disc.

LUKE TORN

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Michael Jackson memorial streamed online

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The memorial event for Michael Jackson which takes place today (July 7) at Los Angeles' Staples Center is to be screened live at London's O2 Arena, it has just been announced. The service in LA is expected to be attended by celebrities including Stevie Wonder, Mariah Carey, Berry Gordy and Smokey Robsinson plus 8,750 fans who won tickets in an online ballot at the weekend. No tickets are required for the O2 Arena's live stream, and entry to the O2 Arena's Peninsula Square is free. Coverage starts at 5:30pm (BST). Meanwhile, MySpace have announced that they too, will be streaming coverage of the event online. Click here for details. You can also watch the Michael Jackson memorial live stream here (July 7 only): Broadcasting Live with Ustream.TV For more on Michael Jackson click here Read the full Uncut Michael Jackson obituary here And for more music and film news from Uncut click here Pic credit: PA Photos

The memorial event for Michael Jackson which takes place today (July 7) at Los Angeles’ Staples Center is to be screened live at London’s O2 Arena, it has just been announced.

The service in LA is expected to be attended by celebrities including Stevie Wonder, Mariah Carey, Berry Gordy and Smokey Robsinson plus 8,750 fans who won tickets in an online ballot at the weekend.

No tickets are required for the O2 Arena’s live stream, and entry to the O2 Arena’s Peninsula Square is free. Coverage starts at 5:30pm (BST).

Meanwhile, MySpace have announced that they too, will be streaming coverage of the event online. Click here for details.

You can also watch the Michael Jackson memorial live stream here (July 7 only):

Broadcasting Live with Ustream.TV

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Depeche Mode Announce Rescheduled London O2 Arena Show

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Depeche Mode have confirmed that their London O2 Arena show, which was meant to take place on May 30, will now take place on Februray 20, 2010. All tickets for the original date will be valid for the rescheduled show. Fans who cannot make the new date should return their tickets to the point of pur...

Depeche Mode have confirmed that their London O2 Arena show, which was meant to take place on May 30, will now take place on Februray 20, 2010.

All tickets for the original date will be valid for the rescheduled show. Fans who cannot make the new date should return their tickets to the point of purchase for a refund.

The London show was postponed due to Dave Gahan becoming ill, the European tour resumed in Germany on June 8.

Meanwhile Depeche Mode’s Winter 2009 UK tour dates are:

GLASGOW, SECC (December 12)

BIRMINGHAM, LG Arena (13)

LONDON, O2 Arena – with special guests M83 (15, 16)

MANCHESTER, MEN Arena (18)

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David Bowie To Issue 40th Anniversary Issue of Space Oddity

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David Bowie is to reissue 1969 hit Space Oddity to mark the single's 40th anniversary on July 20. Coinciding also with the 40th anniversary of the first moon landing, the new EP will give fans the chance the remix the song with special iKlax software. Fans who buy the EP will also be given the ori...

David Bowie is to reissue 1969 hit Space Oddity to mark the single’s 40th anniversary on July 20.

Coinciding also with the 40th anniversary of the first moon landing, the new EP will give fans the chance the remix the song with special iKlax software.

Fans who buy the EP will also be given the original eight stems/multi-tracks, so they can create their own versions of the famous Bowie song.

David Bowie’s 40th anniversary ‘Space Oddity’ EP tracklisting is:

1. Space Oddity (original UK mono single edit)

2. Space Oddity (US mono single edit)

3. Space Oddity (US stereo single edit)

4. Space Oddity (1979 re-record)

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The 25th Uncut Playlist Of 2009

A fair few interesting things in this week’s haul, not least a rare record from Plush, now billed as Liam Hayes & Plush, the complete Sly & The Family Stone set from Woodstock, a pretty wild mixtape from White Denim and, maybe best of all, the new album from Justin Vernon aka Bon Iver, this time operating with a bunch of other musicians under the name of Volcano Choir. More on that tomorrow, all being well. In the meantime, here you go… 1 Jack Rose & The Black Twig Pickers - Jack Rose & The Black Twig Pickers (Beautiful Happiness) 2 Liam Hayes & Plush – Bright Penny (Broken Horse) 3 Sun Araw – Heavy Deeds (Not Not Fun) 4 Delphic – This Momentary (Kitsuné) 5 The Very Best – Warm Heart Of Africa (Moshi Moshi) 6 J Tillman – Year In The Kingdom (Bella Union) 7 Katie Stelmanis – Crying (Loog/Vice) 8 The Phenomenal Handclap Band - The Phenomenal Handclap Band (Tummy Touch) 9 Various Artists – I Can’t Get It Out Of My Turn To Stone Head (Galactic Zoo Dossier) 10 Volcano Choir – Unmap (Jagjaguwar) 11 Ganglians – Monster Head Room (Woodsist) 12 Various Artists – White Denim Rough Trade Mix (White Label) 13 Pastels/Tenniscoats – Two Sunsets (Geographic) 14 Taken By Trees – East Of Eden (Rough Trade) 15 The Dodos – Time To Die (Wichita) 16 Tinariwen – Imidiwan: Companions (Independiente) 17 Air – Love 2 (EMI) 18 Sly And The Family Stone – The Woodstock Experience (Epic/Legacy)

A fair few interesting things in this week’s haul, not least a rare record from Plush, now billed as Liam Hayes & Plush, the complete Sly & The Family Stone set from Woodstock, a pretty wild mixtape from White Denim and, maybe best of all, the new album from Justin Vernon aka Bon Iver, this time operating with a bunch of other musicians under the name of Volcano Choir.

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Fleet Foxes’ J.Tillman To Headline Club Uncut!

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Club Uncut is proud to announce that Fleet Foxes' J. Tillman will play a London show this October. Tillman, drummer with the band, has been releasing solo records since 2004, and his seventh, 'Year In Kingdom' is set for release through Bella Union this September. Playing with his touring band, Ti...

Club Uncut is proud to announce that Fleet FoxesJ. Tillman will play a London show this October.

Tillman, drummer with the band, has been releasing solo records since 2004, and his seventh, ‘Year In Kingdom‘ is set for release through Bella Union this September.

Playing with his touring band, Tillman will headline Club Uncut at The Relentless Garage in Islington on October 7, 2009.

Click here for tickets, priced £10.

In the meantime, Club Uncut presents San Francisco’s awesome psych groovers, Wooden Shjips at the Borderline on August 19.

September’s very special Club Uncut guests will be announced this Thursday (July 9) so stay tuned…

And if you missed acclaimed US singer songwriter Jesca Hoop, who performed last week, you can check out the review, here.

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Patrick Wolf to debut new song and cover Grace Jones at Latitude!

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Patrick Wolf, the South London born avant-garde multi-intrumentalist who has just released his fourth album The Bachelor, speaks to Uncut.co.uk about his forthcoming appearance at Latitude 2009... You’re currently on a lengthy US tour, before hitting Europe, have you noticed any differences in ho...

Patrick Wolf, the South London born avant-garde multi-intrumentalist who has just released his fourth album The Bachelor, speaks to Uncut.co.uk about his forthcoming appearance at Latitude 2009…

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Patrick Wolf to debut new song and cover Grace Jones live at Latitude

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Patrick Wolf is to debut a new song from his next album The Conqueror at this month's Latitude Festival. Speaking ahead of his Latitude gig, he told Uncut that "There is a big hit song that I have been sitting on for the sequel to The Bachelor that I have plans to debut at Latitude." Adding: "If i...

Patrick Wolf is to debut a new song from his next album The Conqueror at this month’s Latitude Festival.

Speaking ahead of his Latitude gig, he told Uncut that “There is a big hit song that I have been sitting on for the sequel to The Bachelor that I have plans to debut at Latitude.”

Adding: “If it goes down well, then I will enter it into the eurovision song contest. No joke.”

Wolf, a multi-intrumentalist who mixes pop with baroque says he will also be treating to fans to a Grace Jones cover version in homage to the singer who headlines the bill the same day that he performs.

Wolf said: “To play on the same stage as Grace Jones is such an honor, its like winning a spiritual Grammy. I cannot express what this existence of her artistic output means to me in words so I am going to be expressing it through music and passion on the night and yes I plan to cover a Grace classic.”

Read the full interview here with Patrick Wolf.

Latitude 2009 kicks off on July 16 – stay tuned to Uncut’s dedicated Latitude Festival blog!

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Ganglians: “Monster Head Room”

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I’m not necessarily the best judge of which bands are likely to make some kind of significant hipster/commercial breakthrough. But listening to this Ganglians album, “Monster Head Room”, on Woodsist, it surely makes sense that they should be right at the forefront of this new indie/lo-fi/garage scene that’s coming out of the States right now. Thus far, I haven’t been that crazy about many of the records thus labelled: mild enjoyment of, say, Girls or The Soft Pack or whatever, coupled withsome bemusement at precisely the level of hype they’ve been attracting. Ganglians come from Sacramento, and seem to be affiliated with the better, gnarlier end of the scene (on their myspace, notable friends include Eat Skulls, The Hospitals, Wet Hair, The Intelligence and Psychedelic Horseshit. And poor old Wavves, too). Ganglians music, however, is sweeter and more accessible than most of those. There’s a big Beach Boys influence – with no feedback to obscure it – that immediately comes to the fore on the a capella harmonised opener, “Something Should Be Said” - very much in the vein of “Our Prayer” or, perhaps, Animal Collective’s “You Don’t Have To Go To College”. The influence of Animal Collective’s re-imagining of The Beach Boys recurs in the exceptional “The Void”, again reminiscent of something hazy and gibbering from “Sung Tongs”. “Candy Girl”, meanwhile, has the good idea of going somewhere strangely neglected by lo-fi Wilson devotees, namely the shaky and intimate sounds of “The Beach Boys Love You”. It’s a neat fit. Elsewhere, Ganglians call to mind – possibly accidentally – the lilting zing of Vampire Weekend (“Voodoo”) and the snarky and yet more melodramatic end of modern garage epitomised by Black Lips (“Valient [Sic] Brave”). Their strongest suit, however, can be found in a couple of mellow, goofy strumalongs, “Lost Words” and standout track “Cryin’ Smoke”, which initially reminded me vaguely of a cross between the Lemonheads and The Go-Betweens, and now strikes me as sounding rather like the Australian band who ostensibly were a cross between the Lemonheads and The Go-Betweens, Tom Morgan’s Smudge. Not the most obvious reference for a band with crossover potential, perhaps, but these are good songs, played right.

I’m not necessarily the best judge of which bands are likely to make some kind of significant hipster/commercial breakthrough. But listening to this Ganglians album, “Monster Head Room”, on Woodsist, it surely makes sense that they should be right at the forefront of this new indie/lo-fi/garage scene that’s coming out of the States right now.

Yeah Yeah Yeahs Announce It’s Blitz UK Tour Dates

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Yeah Yeah Yeahs have announced UK tour dates to promote their third, recently released, album It's Blitz. Talking to Uncut last month, YYY's Brian Chase said that the trio are "going to bring extra musicians on tour to play that stuff [It's Blitz] live," adding that it would be nice if "Karen bust ...

Yeah Yeah Yeahs have announced UK tour dates to promote their third, recently released, album It’s Blitz.

Talking to Uncut last month, YYY’s Brian Chase said that the trio are “going to bring extra musicians on tour to play that stuff [It’s Blitz] live,” adding that it would be nice if “Karen bust out the saxophone, though.”

Tickets for the tour go on sale on Friday July 10 at 9am.

Yeah Yeah Yeahs will play:

Leeds O2 Academy (November 29)

London O2 Brixton Academy (30, December 1)

Newcastle O2 Academy (3)

Glasgow O2 Academy (4)

Manchester O2 Academy (6)

Birmingham O2 Academy (9)

Bournemouth Opera House (10)

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Moon

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Astronaut Sam Bell (Rockwell) is alone on Moonbase Sarang, anticipating the end of a three-year contract with Lunar Industries. His job, mining the energy source Helium 3, invaluable back on Earth, is made even lonelier by a glitched communications system which allows no live feed, just recorded messages. His only regular interaction is with Gerty the computer, a more laid-back version of Kubrick’s 2001’s Hal, whose voice, being that of Spacey, is both reassuring and sinister. Sam is weary but looks forward to seeing his wife and daughter. As time crawls, however, things turn strange. He experiences disturbing hallucinations and headaches, culminating in a lunar rover crash. Convalescing and suffering bouts of memory loss, he is unsettled to find a younger, more aggressive version of himself sharing his turf. The new Sam is equally convinced he’s the “real” astronaut. “I’m not a clone – you’re the clone.” The pair feud, trade notes, play ping-pong. With a company “support crew” on the way, they’re forced to decide whether to combine to rebel or fight for solo survival. Each desperately craves a place called home. Jones’ debut is a gripping, claustrophobic film inspired by what he’s called “the golden age” of SF cinema, when the likes of Blade Runner and Silent Running were more interested in the philosophical, in human nature, than in gosh-wow CGI. On no budget, he’s ambitiously created a credible, self-enclosed world: the look and feel here tap into our primal, childhood notions of the moon, from eerie craters to images we probably absorbed from black-and-white footage of Apollo missions. He then places a character in the heart of an intense existential conundrum, refracting the replicants’ angst in Blade Runner and echoing the spooky visitations of Solaris, yet convincing and – in its air-sealed tightness and momentum – original. Rockwell excels in the tall task of acting with and against himself (as impressively as Nic Cage did in Adaptation), twitching with both the sweaty paranoia and the puffed-up self-defensive reflexes that his situation induces. He carries a lot (not least throwing up his teeth), and the more the tension ratchets up, the more his early calculated insouciance pays off. It cannot pass unmentioned that Jones, who learned his trade working with Tony Scott and high-end commercials, is the son of David Bowie, and once better known to Bowie fans as “Zowie” or “Joe The Lion”. He (and Jones Sr.) have made no attempt whatsoever to flag up this fact, perhaps as comparisons here with his father’s culturally resonant “Space Oddity”/”Life On Mars?” references might otherwise be unavoidable. Make no mistake: Jones is a uniquely exciting prospect, whose cerebral, creepy and riveting Moon carves out his own elevated flight path. CHRIS ROBERTS

Astronaut Sam Bell (Rockwell) is alone on Moonbase Sarang, anticipating the end of a three-year contract with Lunar Industries. His job, mining the energy source Helium 3, invaluable back on Earth, is made even lonelier by a glitched communications system which allows no live feed, just recorded messages. His only regular interaction is with Gerty the computer, a more laid-back version of Kubrick’s 2001’s Hal, whose voice, being that of Spacey, is both reassuring and sinister.

Sam is weary but looks forward to seeing his wife and daughter. As time crawls, however, things turn strange. He experiences disturbing hallucinations and headaches, culminating in a lunar rover crash. Convalescing and suffering bouts of memory loss, he is unsettled to find a younger, more aggressive version of himself sharing his turf. The new Sam is equally convinced he’s the “real” astronaut. “I’m not a clone – you’re the clone.” The pair feud, trade notes, play ping-pong. With a company “support crew” on the way, they’re forced to decide whether to combine to rebel or fight for solo survival. Each desperately craves a place called home.

Jones’ debut is a gripping, claustrophobic film inspired by what he’s called “the golden age” of SF cinema, when the likes of Blade Runner and Silent Running were more interested in the philosophical, in human nature, than in gosh-wow CGI. On no budget, he’s ambitiously created a credible, self-enclosed world: the look and feel here tap into our primal, childhood notions of the moon, from eerie craters to images we probably absorbed from black-and-white footage of Apollo missions. He then places a character in the heart of an intense existential conundrum, refracting the replicants’ angst in Blade Runner and echoing the spooky visitations of Solaris, yet convincing and – in its air-sealed tightness and momentum – original.

Rockwell excels in the tall task of acting with and against himself (as impressively as Nic Cage did in Adaptation), twitching with both the sweaty paranoia and the puffed-up self-defensive reflexes that his situation induces. He carries a lot (not least throwing up his teeth), and the more the tension ratchets up, the more his early calculated insouciance pays off.

It cannot pass unmentioned that Jones, who learned his trade working with Tony Scott and high-end commercials, is the son of David Bowie, and once better known to Bowie fans as “Zowie” or “Joe The Lion”. He (and Jones Sr.) have made no attempt whatsoever to flag up this fact, perhaps as comparisons here with his father’s culturally resonant “Space Oddity”/”Life On Mars?” references might otherwise be unavoidable. Make no mistake: Jones is a uniquely exciting prospect, whose cerebral, creepy and riveting Moon carves out his own elevated flight path.

CHRIS ROBERTS