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Ian Hunter Readies New Solo Album

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Former Mott The Hoople star Ian Hunter is set to release a new solo album ' Man Overboard' next month. His 13th album since his self-titled solo debut in 1975, Hunter has gathered help on the new material from a backing band who include Joe Cocker's drummer Steve Holley and Rufus Wainwright's guitarist Jack Jack Petruzzelli among others. The follow-up to 2007's Shrunken Heads is out on New West Records on July 20. For more music and film news click here

Former Mott The Hoople star Ian Hunter is set to release a new solo album ‘ Man Overboard’ next month.

His 13th album since his self-titled solo debut in 1975, Hunter has gathered help on the new material from a backing band who include Joe Cocker’s drummer Steve Holley and Rufus Wainwright’s guitarist Jack Jack Petruzzelli among others.

The follow-up to 2007’s Shrunken Heads is out on New West Records on July 20.

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Rudo Y Cursi

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RUDO & CURSI DIRECTED BY Carlos Cuarón STARRING Gael Garcia Bernal, Diego Luna Though it comes courtesy of the Mexican mafia – Guillermo Del Toro and Alfonso Cuarón produced it – Rudo Y Cursi possesses neither the dark beauty of the former's fantasy films or the incisive, sarcasm of the...

RUDO & CURSI

DIRECTED BY Carlos Cuarón

STARRING Gael Garcia Bernal, Diego Luna

Though it comes courtesy of the Mexican mafia – Guillermo Del Toro and Alfonso Cuarón produced it – Rudo Y Cursi possesses neither the dark beauty of the former’s fantasy films or the incisive, sarcasm of the latter’s social satires. It is, however, an agreeably ramshackle football farce, directed by Cuaron’s screenwriting partner and brother, that still says a surprising amount about the state of South America, where sports talents are boxed and traded like cattle, disappointment is a way of life, and having a drug dealer in the hood is actually good for property prices.

Reteamed for the first time since the Cuaróns breakthrough 2001 sex comedy Y Tu Mama Tambien, Bernal and Luna play Tato and Beto, two frankly dumb brothers from a banana plantation with dreams of scoring it big on the soccer field. This they do, but, thankfully, Rudo Y Cursi doesn’t spend too much time on the pitch, drawing inspiration instead from the flash and foolishness of footballer’s lives. Bernal can do dozy – this we know from Michel Gondry’s underrated Science Of Sleep – but the revelation is Luna, whose sleazy, moustachioed dimwit mines low comedy with genuine pathos.

DAMON WISE

Shirin

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Shirin Directed by Abbas Kiarostami Starring Mahtab Keratami, Golshifteh Farahani, Mahnaz Afshar, Juliette Binoche *** Feted Iranian director Abbas Kiarostami has followed an increasingly minimalist path of late. His film 10 was entirely shot inside a car, while Five offered a set of narrative-f...

Shirin

Directed by Abbas Kiarostami

Starring Mahtab Keratami, Golshifteh Farahani, Mahnaz Afshar, Juliette Binoche

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Feted Iranian director Abbas Kiarostami has followed an increasingly minimalist path of late. His film 10 was entirely shot inside a car, while Five offered a set of narrative-free tableaux. Shirin is in the same mould: in a cinema, a group of female viewers (including Juliette Binoche) watch the romance of legendary princess Shirin.

We never see the film, only hear the soundtrack and scan the women’s generally rapturous responses. As an art concept Shirin is an intriguing (if hardly fresh) contemplation of the way we project our own feelings into films. But it might well have worked more successfully as a gallery installation. For all the subtle and emotive displays from the cast – smiles, tears and such, that create a symphony of facial mannerisms – when viewed as a 90-minute film, Shirin is less than compelling and finally feels like a dry, somewhat precious musing of the “Isn’t cinema marvelous?” variety.

JONATHAN ROMNEY

Jack White’s Dead Weather To Play ‘Basement Show’

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Jack White and The KillsAlison Mosshart's new collaboration The Dead Weather are to play their first ever UK live gig for Radiohead producer Nigel Godrich's "From The Basement" sessions. The band, who also feature the Raconteurs' Jack Lawrence and Queens of the Stone Age's Dean Fertita will perform...

Jack White and The KillsAlison Mosshart’s new collaboration The Dead Weather are to play their first ever UK live gig for Radiohead producer Nigel Godrich’s “From The Basement” sessions.

The band, who also feature the Raconteurs‘ Jack Lawrence and Queens of the Stone Age‘s Dean Fertita will perform in a secret London location on June 22 at 9pm.

No audience is permitted but it will be broadcast live to fans at four independent record stores in London, Manchester, Glasgow and Brighton as well as live at: ftblive.com and online via a new mobile service on the Nokia N97.

Previous From The Basement artists have included Sonic Youth, Iggy Pop and White Stripes.

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The Beatles Original Brian Epstein Contract To Be Given Away!

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The Beatles original contract with manager Brian Epstein is to be given away as a prize in a music competition being run by The Imagine Corporation, a new website which deals in obtaining unique memorabilia. The contract, signed by John Lennon, George Harrison, Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr is cur...

The Beatles original contract with manager Brian Epstein is to be given away as a prize in a music competition being run by The Imagine Corporation, a new website which deals in obtaining unique memorabilia.

The contract, signed by John Lennon, George Harrison, Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr is currently under insurance for £500, 000, but to enter the competition, fans are asked to guess how much Christie’s auction house estimate that it would have been sold for, if put up for sale in London in April 2008.

The competition run by Imagine Corporation is here. There is a fee of £10 to sign up and enter.

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Pet Shop Boys Confirm ‘Pandemonium’ UK Tour Dates

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Latitude Festival headliners Pet Shop Boys have confirmed the tour dates for the UK leg of their 'Pandemonium' world tour. PSB are currently in the UK performing in Manchester (June 18) and London (19) but will return for four more dates from December 17. Tickets will go on sale at 9am on Friday J...

Latitude Festival headliners Pet Shop Boys have confirmed the tour dates for the UK leg of their ‘Pandemonium’ world tour.

PSB are currently in the UK performing in Manchester (June 18) and London (19) but will return for four more dates from December 17.

Tickets will go on sale at 9am on Friday June 19 for these newly announced Pet Shop Boys concerts:

Glasgow SECC (December 17)

Birmingham NIA (18)

Manchester Evening News Arena (20)

London O2 Arena (21)

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Grizzly Bear UK and Eire Tour Dates Announced

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The enigmatic New York band Grizzly Bear have announced a handful of UK and Irish tour dates for this November. Described in Uncut as a "mysterious folk-pop-chorale hybrids can sometimes sound like they’re reconfiguring 150 years of Americana at the drop of a hat", Grizzly Bear will start the mini tour in Dublin on November 1. In the meantime, they play a sold-out one-off show at Lonodn's Koko on Auhust 18. Tickets for the new shows go onsale at 9am on Friday June 18, the venues and dates are: Dublin Vicar Street (November 1) Glasgow ABC (2) Manchester Cathedral (4) Leeds Metropolitan University (5) Bristol Anson Rooms (6) For more Grizzly Bear news, click here For more music and film news click here

The enigmatic New York band Grizzly Bear have announced a handful of UK and Irish tour dates for this November.

Described in Uncut as a “mysterious folk-pop-chorale hybrids can sometimes sound like they’re reconfiguring 150 years of Americana at the drop of a hat”, Grizzly Bear will start the mini tour in Dublin on November 1.

In the meantime, they play a sold-out one-off show at Lonodn’s Koko on Auhust 18.

Tickets for the new shows go onsale at 9am on Friday June 18, the venues and dates are:

Dublin Vicar Street (November 1)

Glasgow ABC (2)

Manchester Cathedral (4)

Leeds Metropolitan University (5)

Bristol Anson Rooms (6)

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Win! A Copy of Regina Spektor’s new album!

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With just one calendar month to go until Uncut's favourite event of the summer, we'll be bringing you daily artist previews, news updates and prize giveaways as we count down to Suffolk... Today, we have copies of our favourite Soviet-born New Yorker Regina Spektor's new album Far to give away! The songwriter has put out consistantly well-received albums, and Far really demontrates her sultry abilities. We have 20 copies of the album to giveaway and to be in with a chance of winning one, simply log in and tell us the answer to the easy question here. Come back tomorrow for more Latitude fun! Stay in the loop with all Latitude festival news at our dedicated blog here. Click here for more Regina Spektor news

With just one calendar month to go until Uncut’s favourite event of the summer, we’ll be bringing you daily artist previews, news updates and prize giveaways as we count down to Suffolk…

Today, we have copies of our favourite Soviet-born New Yorker Regina Spektor‘s new album Far to give away!

The songwriter has put out consistantly well-received albums, and Far really demontrates her sultry abilities.

We have 20 copies of the album to giveaway and to be in with a chance of winning one, simply log in and tell us the answer to the easy question here.

Come back tomorrow for more Latitude fun!

Stay in the loop with all Latitude festival news at our dedicated blog here.

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Latitude count down begins! Win Regina Spektor’s new album now!

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With just one calendar month to go until Uncut's favourite event of the summer, we'll be bringing you daily artist previews, news updates and prize giveaways as we count down to Suffolk... Today, we have copies of our favourite Soviet-born New Yorker Regina Spektor's new album Far to give away! The songwriter has put out consistantly well-received albums, and Far really demontrates her sultry abilities. We have 20 copies of the album to giveaway. To win, simply log in and tell us the answer to the easy question here Closing date for the competition is July 10, so that if you win you'll have time to have a listen, before Spektor plays second to Obelisk Arena headliners Pet Shop Boys on Friday July 17. Please include your email address with your entries, good luck! Come back tomorrow for more Latitude fun! Stay in the loop with all Latitude festival news at our dedicated blog here. Click here for more Regina Spektor news

With just one calendar month to go until Uncut’s favourite event of the summer, we’ll be bringing you daily artist previews, news updates and prize giveaways as we count down to Suffolk…

Today, we have copies of our favourite Soviet-born New Yorker Regina Spektor‘s new album Far to give away!

The Flaming Lips’ Reveal New Album Title

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The Flaming Lips plan to call their forthcoming studio album 'Embryonic' and it should be ready for release this Autumn. The double album has yet to have a final tracklisting as yet, frontman Wayne Coyne has told BBC 6 Music. He explains that they havent' decided on titles yet; "because we want to...

The Flaming Lips plan to call their forthcoming studio album ‘Embryonic’ and it should be ready for release this Autumn.

The double album has yet to have a final tracklisting as yet, frontman Wayne Coyne has told BBC 6 Music.

He explains that they havent’ decided on titles yet; “because we want to go in so many strange directions and sometimes we’re unfocused and sometimes we’re just so wishy washy”.

Coyne added that making the album was proving onerous in a way, saying : “I think it must be like being a cook in the kitchen, you’re preparing this great thing but by the time it’s ready you’re sick of it because you’ve been smelling it, you’ve got it in your hair and in your fingers and all that.”

The Flaming Lips’ last album released was ‘At War With The Mystics’ in 2006.

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The Fiery Furnaces: “I’m Going Away”

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What to make of The Fiery Furnaces? A brilliant band, maybe, whose frequently demented surfeit of ideas has proved too overwhelming for all but their most assiduous listeners over the past few years. That’s certainly how I feel. After living with and very much loving the Friedberger’s first two albums, subsequent ones have left me caught somewhere between admiration and a sense that I simply don’t have time to do the work with this music which would unlock its secrets. Listening to the Fiery Furnaces, to all those words and musical contortions, can be a physically and intellectually exhausting business, sometimes exhilaratingly so; I remember live shows circa “Blueberry Boat” where they would stitch together meticulously diced versions of their songs into a seamless 45-minute, ultra-saturated piece. “I’m Going Away” makes things considerably easier, however. And for some of us, I figure this album – their eighth, amazingly – will maybe act as a path back into the Friedbergers’ world. It begins at customary high-velocity with the title track, a typically herky-jerky nursery rhyme, with Friedberger's pinging riffs constantly threatening to pull the tune off its axis. This time, however, it stays more or less on course, driving on purposefully. The sound is skittish, but the undertow is, relatively at least, linear. With the past few Fiery Furnaces albums, I’ve known there have been great catchy tunes buried deep within all the activity, but it’s always been hard work trying to relocate them. “I’m Going Away” makes things a lot easier, with some fine songs immediately identifiable: stately piano ballads like “The End Is Near”, plaintive ones like “Even In The Rain”. “Ray Bouvier” has a little something of Randy Newman to them, or perhaps – more appositely, given the still-palpable tricksiness – Van Dyke Parks. “Keep Me In The Dark” is a faintly blues-flecked, instantly memorable pop song, of all things. There’s also a certain heady jazz feel to some of the tracks, a zigzagging bebop air to the likes of “Charmaine Champagne”. The outstanding “Staring At The Steeple” features a generally moody, noirish air, one of Matt Friedberger’s most incandescent, abstract guitar solos, some Monkish piano and a drum solo. It holds a steady pulse, though, perhaps thanks to the anchored bass of Jason Loewenstein from Sebadoh, who plays and produces with clarity and discretion throughout. And there’s also, every now and again, a striking epiphany to be found amidst Eleanor Freidberger’s inventive torrent of words. In the great “Drive To Dallas”, she ends by singing “If I see you tomorrow I don’t know what I’ll do,” again and again. At first she handles the line with a certain detached insouciance, but as she repeats it again and again, faster and faster, it accumulates more and more emotional heft and intensity. It’s a lovely moment on an album which, thankfully, encourages repeated plays rather than sternly implying that they might be useful. Very clever.

What to make of The Fiery Furnaces? A brilliant band, maybe, whose frequently demented surfeit of ideas has proved too overwhelming for all but their most assiduous listeners over the past few years.

The Gaslight Anthem – Exclusive Online Video!

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The Gaslight Anthem, the Springsteen-esque New Jersey rock band, who are one of the latest Latitude Festival additions, have released an internet exclusive video for new single "The '59 Sound." The title-track of their breakthrough album, is out on June 29, the day after they support The Boss himse...

The Gaslight Anthem, the Springsteen-esque New Jersey rock band, who are one of the latest Latitude Festival additions, have released an internet exclusive video for new single “The ’59 Sound.”

The title-track of their breakthrough album, is out on June 29, the day after they support The Boss himself at London’s Hard Rock Calling Festival.

See The Gaslight Anthem’s online exclusive video for “The ’59 Sound” here:

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Arbouretum To Headline Club Uncut

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Baltimore rockers Arbouretum are to headline July's Club Uncut and we are able to offer Uncut readers a special discounted ticket to the show! Taking place at The Lexington, near Angel in North London, the band who recently released the awesome Song of the Pearl album (You can read about it here) will perform on July 27, a rescheduled date after their UK tour was pulled in March. Using this special See tickets link, you can grab a ticket for a bargain £5, instead of the usual price of £8. Club Uncut will return to our regular home of the Borderline, off Manette Street, W1 on August 19, when Wooden Shijps and Papercuts play! We'll see you there. For more music and film news click here

Baltimore rockers Arbouretum are to headline July’s Club Uncut and we are able to offer Uncut readers a special discounted ticket to the show!

Taking place at The Lexington, near Angel in North London, the band who recently released the awesome Song of the Pearl album (You can read about it here) will perform on July 27, a rescheduled date after their UK tour was pulled in March.

Using this special See tickets link, you can grab a ticket for a bargain £5, instead of the usual price of £8.

Club Uncut will return to our regular home of the Borderline, off Manette Street, W1 on August 19, when Wooden Shijps and Papercuts play!

We’ll see you there.

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Gossip – Music For Men

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It’s one thing to be a fanzine-scene punk darling, another to be an indie icon, and still another to be a full-blown global pop star. Beth Ditto will soon be one of the few individuals lucky enough to have experienced being all three. From the first note of Music For Men – a clomping hoof of a drumbeat that leads like a beckoning finger into the slinky, country-tinged “Dimestore Diamond”– it’s clear that this is an album with a mission. Consider it a resounding rebuttal to anyone who suspected that The Gossip might be a one-hit-wonder whose long silence in the wake of their 2006 dancefloor-devouring gay-rights anthem “Standing In the Way of Control” was down to the fact that they simply didn’t have any more good songs. Brace yourselves, naysayers, for a tour de force. Of course, there’s nothing like making your major-label debut with an esteemed production wizard at the wheel: Rick Rubin, the bearded bear-man who has previously worked with everyone from the Beastie Boys to the Red Hot Chili Peppers to Johnny Cash, has been trumpeting his love for The Gossip since her first saw them play in 2007, and he clearly knew what buttons to push – figuratively and literally – to bring out their best. Brace Paine’s guitar sounds like it could saw through marble; Hannah Blilie’s drumming crashes and booms with concussive force; and while there’s no denying that Ditto has one of the best soul-punk set of pipes on the planet, she really goes to town here, unleashing a Janis-Joplin-meets-Dolly-Parton vocal wallop like a woman with a horsewhip. They make use of all the tricks at their disposal, too – layers of synth, plinkety pianos, the punctuating “oohs” and “ahhs” of backing vocals – all of which take them far away from the stripped-down blues punk that defined their sound when they emerged on the Olympia, Washington riot grrl scene a decade ago. Considering the insular guttersnipe punk community that bred them, making such an explicitly, joyously pop record as Music For Men is a bold move, but not – as will no doubt be suggested – a cynical sell-out. It’s more of an elevation, a demonstration of just how high a band can fly if they liberate themselves from expectation. After all, as Ditto herself has intimated, when you’ve got something you want to say, you’re much more likely to be heard if you’re standing on a platform rather than still mucking about in the mosh pit. Not that there are many “message” songs here. If there’s a “Standing In The Way Of Control” part two, it’s “Men In Love”. Echoing Aretha Franklin’s “Chain Of Fools,” Ditto scolds “shame, shame, shame” over a Duran Duran/Nile Rogers-esque bass-line that blossoms into an irresistible chorus of “Na, na, na/Men in love/Na, na, na, na/With each other” (which should summon even more straight boys onto the dancefloor than Franz Ferdinand’s “Michael” did a few years back). More than anything else, the album’s theme is love, and the myriad way it can both fuck you up and turn you on: these are defiance-in-the-face-of-heartbreak anthems to out-survive Gloria Gaynor. In “Long Distance Love,” Ditto quotes “I Heard It Through the Grapevine” and sings like Roberta Flack in a punk-disco inferno, “Breaking up or breaking down/When I need you you’re not around.” “Love and Let Love” and the “Billie Jean”-ish “For Keeps” are feather-boa-waving break-up kiss-offs, and in “Four Letter Word,” the closest the album comes to a ballad, Ditto declares “I never want to see your face again,” and “love is a four letter word that should never be heard,” over pulsing ’80s-inflected synths and a shuddering glitterball beat. It’s “Pop Goes The World”, though, which could be read as The Gossip’s mission statement for 2009. “For once we’ll do what comes naturally…with no apology,” Ditto proclaims, “goodbye to yesterday/because they know we’re here to stay.” The larger-than-life frontwoman, with all of her glorious contradictions – she’s a feminist who gets her kit off for magazine covers (and, occasionally, in front of startled audiences); a lesbian whose love for girly makeup and having cool young fashion designers worshipping at her stiletto-clad feet knows no bounds; a former hardcore kid who just made the disco record of the year – appears to have arrived at her vindication. After all, isn’t doing whatever the hell you want to do the most punk thing of all? APRIL LONG For more Gossip news click here For more album reviews, click here for the UNCUT music archive

It’s one thing to be a fanzine-scene punk darling, another to be an indie icon, and still another to be a full-blown global pop star. Beth Ditto will soon be one of the few individuals lucky enough to have experienced being all three. From the first note of Music For Men – a clomping hoof of a drumbeat that leads like a beckoning finger into the slinky, country-tinged “Dimestore Diamond”– it’s clear that this is an album with a mission. Consider it a resounding rebuttal to anyone who suspected that The Gossip might be a one-hit-wonder whose long silence in the wake of their 2006 dancefloor-devouring gay-rights anthem “Standing In the Way of Control” was down to the fact that they simply didn’t have any more good songs. Brace yourselves, naysayers, for a tour de force.

Of course, there’s nothing like making your major-label debut with an esteemed production wizard at the wheel: Rick Rubin, the bearded bear-man who has previously worked with everyone from the Beastie Boys to the Red Hot Chili Peppers to Johnny Cash, has been trumpeting his love for The Gossip since her first saw them play in 2007, and he clearly knew what buttons to push – figuratively and literally – to bring out their best. Brace Paine’s guitar sounds like it could saw through marble; Hannah Blilie’s drumming crashes and booms with concussive force; and while there’s no denying that Ditto has one of the best soul-punk set of pipes on the planet, she really goes to town here, unleashing a Janis-Joplin-meets-Dolly-Parton vocal wallop like a woman with a horsewhip. They make use of all the tricks at their disposal, too – layers of synth, plinkety pianos, the punctuating “oohs” and “ahhs” of backing vocals – all of which take them far away from the stripped-down blues punk that defined their sound when they emerged on the Olympia, Washington riot grrl scene a decade ago.

Considering the insular guttersnipe punk community that bred them, making such an explicitly, joyously pop record as Music For Men is a bold move, but not – as will no doubt be suggested – a cynical sell-out.

It’s more of an elevation, a demonstration of just how high a band can fly if they liberate themselves from expectation. After all, as Ditto herself has intimated, when you’ve got something you want to say, you’re much more likely to be heard if you’re standing on a platform rather than still mucking about in the mosh pit.

Not that there are many “message” songs here. If there’s a “Standing In The Way Of Control” part two, it’s “Men In Love”. Echoing Aretha Franklin’s “Chain Of Fools,” Ditto scolds “shame, shame, shame” over a Duran Duran/Nile Rogers-esque bass-line that blossoms into an irresistible chorus of “Na, na, na/Men in love/Na, na, na, na/With each other” (which should summon even more straight boys onto the dancefloor than Franz Ferdinand’s “Michael” did a few years back). More than anything else, the album’s theme is love, and the myriad way it can both fuck you up and turn you on: these are defiance-in-the-face-of-heartbreak anthems to out-survive Gloria Gaynor. In “Long Distance Love,” Ditto quotes “I Heard It Through the Grapevine” and sings like Roberta Flack in a punk-disco inferno, “Breaking up or breaking down/When I need you you’re not around.” “Love and Let Love” and the “Billie Jean”-ish “For Keeps” are feather-boa-waving break-up kiss-offs, and in “Four Letter Word,” the closest the album comes to a ballad, Ditto declares “I never want to see your face again,” and “love is a four letter word that should never be heard,” over pulsing ’80s-inflected synths and a shuddering glitterball beat.

It’s “Pop Goes The World”, though, which could be read as The Gossip’s mission statement for 2009. “For once we’ll do what comes naturally…with no apology,” Ditto proclaims, “goodbye to yesterday/because they know we’re here to stay.” The larger-than-life frontwoman, with all of her glorious contradictions – she’s a feminist who gets her kit off for magazine covers (and, occasionally, in front of startled audiences); a lesbian whose love for girly makeup and having cool young fashion designers worshipping at her stiletto-clad feet knows no bounds; a former hardcore kid who just made the disco record of the year – appears to have arrived at her vindication. After all, isn’t doing whatever the hell you want to do the most punk thing of all?

APRIL LONG

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Album Reviw: White Denim – Fits

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Austin three-piece White Denim continue to make a case for the guitar-bass-drums trinity as rock’s holiest formation. They may not boast the sheer virtuosity of the Jimi Hendrix Experience – even if drummer Josh Block would probably give Mitch Mitchell a run for his money – but they do possess the telepathic rapport, economy and howling intensity of all the best rock threesomes. Bizarrely, this decade’s garage rock revival has given us more great duos than trios, but even Jack White realised you can only do so much without a bassist, hence The Raconteurs. On the other hand, it’s hard to imagine White Denim having the same streamlined potency as a four-piece. Three is undoubtedly the magic number here. Nominally White Denim are still a garage rock band but the joy of Fits is in the way they audaciously chance their arm at numerous other genres: prog, psychedelia, post-punk, country pop and even tropicália. There’s a thrilling discrepancy between their circumstances – they still record in Block’s caravan – and their ambition. You might have assumed that the gleeful bedlam of last year’s debut Workout Holiday was a happy accident, a result of staggered sessions and the fact that the album was essentially two EPs bolted together. But Fits was conceived as a singular entity, and if anything it’s even more gloriously schizophrenic and extreme then their debut. As the band put it, dryly: “Less medium to medium-hard songs and more songs that are medium-soft or hard-hard.” The hard-hard songs come first. “Radio Milk/How Can You Stand It” is a rampageous double-header, picking up the Minutemen math-punk thread that Workout Holiday left dangling. Three more songs stampede past with pulverising drums, screaming MC5 guitars and howled vocal hooks (occasionally in Spanish). Single “I Start To Run” is just as catchy as “Let’s Talk About It” but also faintly, mischievously wrong. It’s too fast, perhaps: Steve Terebecki’s punk-funk bassline left panting in pursuit of the breakneck beat. On the moody instrumental “Sex Prayer”, off go the fuzzboxes and in come organs. It’s like a Krautrock Soft Machine. “Mirrored And Reversed” prolongs the deep psych vibes, layering spectral vocals over a rhythm that could be classed motorik if the autobahn was bumper-to-bumper with hay trucks. Then, a real switcheroo. White Denim ask you to imagine turning the record over after the end of Track 7 to discover their mellow side. “Paint Yourself” is a downy country-funk caress, with singer James Petralli imagining he’s Devendra Banhart piloting Little Feat. “I’d Have It Just The Way We Were” adds a bossa nova woodblock to complement Petralli’s sunkissed crooning. Lovelier still, there’s “Regina Holding Hands”, the best straight-up song White Denim have written so far. An obvious but clearly heartfelt tribute to Shuggie Otis’ Inspiration Information, the chorus snatches your breath in the same way as Hall & Oates’ “She’s Gone” before submitting to the freewheeling groove. A more pragmatic band would have milked this, but with three-and-half-minutes representing an epic for White Denim, they’re already into the untypically bashful final track, “Syncn”, whose dusted drums and open arpeggios make you want to press play and listen again from the top. It’s a rare pleasure to hear a band so at ease with themselves, playing with no obvious aim or agenda beyond having a good time and hoping you do, too. The best thing about Fits is imagining how incredible these songs will be when played live. See you down the front. SAM RICHARDS *** UNCUT Q&A: WHITE DENIM'S JAMES PETRALLI Isn’t it cramped recording inside Josh’s caravan? It’s actually 40-foot long. You’d have to have a pretty large truck to haul it anywhere. It does limit the range of sounds you can get compared to a conventional studio, so a lot of creative work goes into the engineering of the music. It makes us more resourceful. To get some of the vocal and guitar sounds we’d face our amps up against the washing machine or this big washtub that Josh has. There are a lot of household objects on the recording! Was it a ploy to contrast Fits’ fast and hard first half with its mellower second part? Yeah, we saw a pretty clear division emerging in the songs we were recording for this album. So from that came the idea to sequence it like an LP with a 30-second pause in the middle where you could imagine getting up to flip the record over. Did any particular music have a direct influence on Fits? The first three Funkadelic records were an important reference point. And SF Sorrow by The Pretty Things. Is there anywhere you wouldn’t go musically? I don’t think so. Josh had the idea of getting on this swingbeat, Bobby Brown kind of thing. It was sounding a little too campy but we wouldn’t rule it out in future. We don’t rule anything out. INTERVIEW: SAM RICHARDS

Austin three-piece White Denim continue to make a case for the guitar-bass-drums trinity as rock’s holiest formation. They may not boast the sheer virtuosity of the Jimi Hendrix Experience – even if drummer Josh Block would probably give Mitch Mitchell a run for his money – but they do possess the telepathic rapport, economy and howling intensity of all the best rock threesomes.

Bizarrely, this decade’s garage rock revival has given us more great duos than trios, but even Jack White realised you can only do so much without a bassist, hence The Raconteurs. On the other hand, it’s hard to imagine White Denim having the same streamlined potency as a four-piece. Three is undoubtedly the magic number here.

Nominally White Denim are still a garage rock band but the joy of Fits is in the way they audaciously chance their arm at numerous other genres: prog, psychedelia, post-punk, country pop and even tropicália. There’s a thrilling discrepancy between their circumstances – they still record in Block’s caravan – and their ambition.

You might have assumed that the gleeful bedlam of last year’s debut Workout Holiday was a happy accident, a result of staggered sessions and the fact that the album was essentially two EPs bolted together. But Fits was conceived as a singular entity, and if anything it’s even more gloriously schizophrenic and extreme then their debut. As the band put it, dryly: “Less medium to medium-hard songs and more songs that are medium-soft or hard-hard.”

The hard-hard songs come first. “Radio Milk/How Can You Stand It” is a rampageous double-header, picking up the Minutemen math-punk thread that Workout Holiday left dangling. Three more songs stampede past with pulverising drums, screaming MC5 guitars and howled vocal hooks (occasionally in Spanish). Single “I Start To Run” is just as catchy as “Let’s Talk About It” but also faintly, mischievously wrong. It’s too fast, perhaps: Steve Terebecki’s punk-funk bassline left panting in pursuit of the breakneck beat.

On the moody instrumental “Sex Prayer”, off go the fuzzboxes and in come organs. It’s like a Krautrock Soft Machine. “Mirrored And Reversed” prolongs the deep psych vibes, layering spectral vocals over a rhythm that could be classed motorik if the autobahn was bumper-to-bumper with hay trucks.

Then, a real switcheroo. White Denim ask you to imagine turning the record over after the end of Track 7 to discover their mellow side. “Paint Yourself” is a downy country-funk caress, with singer James Petralli imagining he’s Devendra Banhart piloting Little Feat. “I’d Have It Just The Way We Were” adds a bossa nova woodblock to complement Petralli’s sunkissed crooning.

Lovelier still, there’s “Regina Holding Hands”, the best straight-up song White Denim have written so far. An obvious but clearly heartfelt tribute to Shuggie Otis’ Inspiration Information, the chorus snatches your breath in the same way as Hall & Oates’ “She’s Gone” before submitting to the freewheeling groove. A more pragmatic band would have milked this, but with three-and-half-minutes representing an epic for White Denim, they’re already into the untypically bashful final track, “Syncn”, whose dusted drums and open arpeggios make you want to press play and listen again from the top.

It’s a rare pleasure to hear a band so at ease with themselves, playing with no obvious aim or agenda beyond having a good time and hoping you do, too. The best thing about Fits is imagining how incredible these songs will be when played live. See you down the front.

SAM RICHARDS

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UNCUT Q&A: WHITE DENIM’S JAMES PETRALLI

Isn’t it cramped recording inside Josh’s caravan?

It’s actually 40-foot long. You’d have to have a pretty large truck to haul it anywhere. It does limit the range of sounds you can get compared to a conventional studio, so a lot of creative work goes into the engineering of the music. It makes us more resourceful. To get some of the vocal and guitar sounds we’d face our amps up against the washing machine or this big washtub that Josh has. There are a lot of household objects on the recording!

Was it a ploy to contrast Fits’ fast and hard first half with its mellower second part?

Yeah, we saw a pretty clear division emerging in the songs we were recording for this album. So from that came the idea to sequence it like an LP with a 30-second pause in the middle where you could imagine getting up to flip the record over.

Did any particular music have a direct influence on Fits?

The first three Funkadelic records were an important reference point. And SF Sorrow by The Pretty Things.

Is there anywhere you wouldn’t go musically?

I don’t think so. Josh had the idea of getting on this swingbeat, Bobby Brown kind of thing. It was sounding a little too campy but we wouldn’t rule it out in future. We don’t rule anything out.

INTERVIEW: SAM RICHARDS

George Harrison – Let It Roll: Songs By George Harrison

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When I was a teenager in the wilds of Devon, running around covered in woad and screaming at cows, I bought the greatest rock book ever written – Roy Carr and Tony Tyler’s The Beatles: An Illustrated Record. It was, and is, a fantastic guide to The Beatles’ recordings together and separately, and its brilliance also lay in its opinionated text. Carr and, particularly, the late Tyler were not only full of praise for the likes of Revolver at a time when Pepper was ramped to a ’ 70s critical high, but they could also be splenetic about Paul McCartney’s early ’70s domestica, John Lennon’s experimental moods, Ringo Starr’s genial anonypop and – particularly “and” – George Harrison’s increasingly duff 1970s output. From enormo triple set to religious finger-pointing to lacklustre sessioneered pop rock, Harrison’s work was so harshly judged by these two (still) journalistic heroes of mine that I spent my teens and my twenties avoiding George’s work in favour of a lot of Wings and Ringo. And I felt smugly justified in this; after all, this is the man who wrote a Christmas song called “Ding Dong”. Now I am old and both Tony Tyler and George Harrison are gone and there is no-one to guide me but my barnacled conscience. And cautiously I have bought George’s solo records, and found them – well, by no means that bad. From the epic wallop of All Things Must Pass to the Maharishi-a-gogo of Living In The Material World, via some highly variable and (if the late film producer Don Simpson is to be believed) cocaine-fuelled mid-’70s albums, to the calm pop resurgence of Harrison’s 1980s work and his final testament, Brainwashed, George’s work stands up well. There are certain threads – unlike Lennon, who once claimed “I don’t believe in Buddha/ I don’t believe in Beatles” – Harrison not only had a religious No 1 (the classic Chiffons tune, “My Sweet Lord”) but also back-referenced The Beatles at least four times with “Here Comes The Moon”, “This Guitar Can’t Keep From Crying”, “All Those Years Ago”, and the lovely “When We Was Fab” (and he even back-referenced himself with the bitterly droll “This Song”, a single about the “My Sweet Lord” court case). There are those minor chord melodies, the sardonic vocals, and the later, Beatle- and Wilbury-infecting belief that Jeff Lynne’s drum machine was a universal cure-all, tish boom thud. And there was a uniquely modest but iron self-confidence. True, he had albums rejected by record companies, he lost court actions, he had to endure being labelled the third-best Beatle, and his last years brought unexpected and awful pain, but Harrison always had both the dry wit and ability to see things with the kind of clarity that the much louder Lennon is always given more credit for. You hear it on this compilation in the unusually upbeat “Blow Away” (memorably pastiched by John in the caustic “Happy Rishikesh Song”), the mordant “Cheer Down”, and in the song The Beatles were fools to turn down, the great “All Things Must Pass”. There are Beatles songs here, but from the Bangla Desh concert, the one that invented Live Aid and that Paul and John forgot to attend. And there’s that musical thread again: Harrison never had the zest for stylistic reinvention that all three of his exes had (even Ringo could go T.Rex or C&W when he felt like it), but there’s a continuity from the first recordings here right up to Brainwashed tracks like “Marwa Blues” and “Rising Sun”. You can, and possibly will, put this CD on and play it from start to finish and not ever think, blimey, that sounds a bit “of its time”. This is a very decent compilation. It’s not the Beatley makeweight of his first Best Of, and while it lacks some of my favourite singles (“Faster”, for example, or Harrison’s lovely warble through “True Love”) it also carefully omits some of the duffers of Saint George, like the oh my God-awful cover of “Bye Bye Love” which references Eric Clapton’s getting off with George’s first wife Patti (and anybody wanting, for example, to hear “His Name Is ‘Legs’”, a tribute to “Legs” Larry Smith from the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band which features “Legs” Larry Smith on, er, legs, can still hear it, for 99p, on any second-hand shop copy of the ragingly dull Extra Texture). Let It Roll it is a proper career retrospective (it even collects some good songs recorded for those Buddhist propaganda movies Lethal Weapon II and Porky’s Revenge) and a toe in the water for anyone who, like me all those years ago (sorry) wonders just what George Harrison’s music might sound like. Despite the warnings of Carr and Tyler, I find I like this album and so, I think, will lots of people. DAVID QUANTICK For more album reviews, click here for the UNCUT music archive

When I was a teenager in the wilds of Devon, running around covered in woad and screaming at cows, I bought the greatest rock book ever written – Roy Carr and Tony Tyler’s The Beatles: An Illustrated Record. It was, and is, a fantastic guide to The Beatles’ recordings together and separately, and its brilliance also lay in its opinionated text. Carr and, particularly, the late Tyler were not only full of praise for the likes of Revolver at a time when Pepper was ramped to a ’ 70s critical high, but they could also be splenetic about Paul McCartney’s early ’70s domestica, John Lennon’s experimental moods, Ringo Starr’s genial anonypop and – particularly “and” – George Harrison’s increasingly duff 1970s output. From enormo triple set to religious finger-pointing to lacklustre sessioneered pop rock, Harrison’s work was so harshly judged by these two (still) journalistic heroes of mine that I spent my teens and my twenties avoiding George’s work in favour of a lot of Wings and Ringo. And I felt smugly justified in this; after all, this is the man who wrote a Christmas song called “Ding Dong”.

Now I am old and both Tony Tyler and George Harrison are gone and there is no-one to guide me but my barnacled conscience. And cautiously I have bought George’s solo records, and found them – well, by no means that bad. From the epic wallop of All Things Must Pass to the Maharishi-a-gogo of Living In The Material World, via some highly variable and (if the late film producer Don Simpson is to be believed) cocaine-fuelled mid-’70s albums, to the calm pop resurgence of Harrison’s 1980s work and his final testament, Brainwashed, George’s work stands up well.

There are certain threads – unlike Lennon, who once claimed “I don’t believe in Buddha/ I don’t believe in Beatles” – Harrison not only had a religious No 1 (the classic Chiffons tune, “My Sweet Lord”) but also back-referenced The Beatles at least four times with “Here Comes The Moon”, “This Guitar Can’t Keep From Crying”, “All Those Years Ago”, and the lovely “When We Was Fab” (and he even back-referenced himself with the bitterly droll “This Song”, a single about the “My Sweet Lord” court case). There are those minor chord melodies, the sardonic vocals, and the later, Beatle- and Wilbury-infecting belief that Jeff Lynne’s drum machine was a universal cure-all, tish boom thud.

And there was a uniquely modest but iron self-confidence. True, he had albums rejected by record companies, he lost court actions, he had to endure being labelled the third-best Beatle, and his last years brought unexpected and awful pain, but Harrison always had both the dry wit and ability to see things with the kind of clarity that the much louder Lennon is always given more credit for. You hear it on this compilation in the unusually upbeat “Blow Away” (memorably pastiched by John in the caustic “Happy Rishikesh Song”), the mordant “Cheer Down”, and in the song The Beatles were fools to turn down, the great “All Things Must Pass”. There are Beatles songs here, but from the Bangla Desh concert, the one that invented Live Aid and that Paul and John forgot to attend.

And there’s that musical thread again: Harrison never had the zest for stylistic reinvention that all three of his exes had (even Ringo could go T.Rex or C&W when he felt like it), but there’s a continuity from the first recordings here right up to Brainwashed tracks like “Marwa Blues” and “Rising Sun”. You can, and possibly will, put this CD on and play it from start to finish and not ever think, blimey, that sounds a bit “of its time”.

This is a very decent compilation. It’s not the Beatley makeweight of his first Best Of, and while it lacks some of my favourite singles (“Faster”, for example, or Harrison’s lovely warble through “True Love”) it also carefully omits some of the duffers of Saint George, like the oh my God-awful cover of “Bye Bye Love” which references Eric Clapton’s getting off with George’s first wife Patti (and anybody wanting, for example, to hear “His Name Is ‘Legs’”, a tribute to “Legs” Larry Smith from the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band which features “Legs” Larry Smith on, er, legs, can still hear it, for 99p, on any second-hand shop copy of the ragingly dull Extra Texture).

Let It Roll it is a proper career retrospective (it even collects some good songs recorded for those Buddhist propaganda movies Lethal Weapon II and Porky’s Revenge) and a toe in the water for anyone who, like me all those years ago (sorry) wonders just what George Harrison’s music might sound like. Despite the warnings of Carr and Tyler, I find I like this album and so, I think, will lots of people.

DAVID QUANTICK

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Dinosaur Jr – Farm

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Dinosaur Jr are an object lesson in how to mount a successful alt.rock comeback: simply pretend the previous 15 years never happened. Who’d have thought J Mascis would ever be reconciled with the jilted bassist who called him a “prime, stinking red asshole” and the drummer who railed against h...

Dinosaur Jr are an object lesson in how to mount a successful alt.rock comeback: simply pretend the previous 15 years never happened. Who’d have thought J Mascis would ever be reconciled with the jilted bassist who called him a “prime, stinking red asshole” and the drummer who railed against his “Nazi”-esque control-freakery? But here they are – Mascis, Lou Barlow and Murph – two albums into their unlikely comeback, distilling the essence of everything that makes Dinosaur Jr great.

Despite the supremely stoned cover cartoon, Farm veers more towards powerpop than sludge. “Friends” is a hunk of early Replacements roughage while “Over It” is The Knack tackling “Freak Scene”. Elsewhere, there’s desert rock desolation on “Said The People” while the epic bittersweetness of their commercial zenith Where You Been is gloriously recaptured on “Plans” and “See You”. The solos are majestic and Barlow even contributes a couple of thumpers. Nobody does this better.

SAM RICHARDS

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The 23rd Uncut Playlist Of 2009

Thanks for all your responses to the Favourites Of 2009 flam I posted last Friday; I’ve posted some further thoughts there, which’ll doubtless inflame the Decemberists and Felice Brothers fans (more or less on my own here in my apathy to the latter, incidentally; check this for Allan’s eloquent alternate take). Today, anyway, more prosaic matters; this week’s slightly understated playlist. Warming very much to the Fiery Furnaces’ new one, and will try and post a proper blog on that in the next day or two. All generally nice stuff here; Publicist, incidentally, is a new single project featuring the mighty Ian Svenonius, rambling over some New Order-ish disco courtesy of one of Trans Am. 1 James Yorkston & The Big Eyes Family Players – Folk Songs (Domino) 2 David Daniell & Douglas McCombs – Sycamore (Thrill Jockey) 3 Sharon Van Etten – Because I Was In Love (Language Of Stone) 4 Björn Olsson – Instrumental Music (Omplatten) 5 Real Estate – Fake Blues (Half Machine) 6 Publicist – Momma (Touching Music) 7 The Fiery Furnaces – I’m Going Away (Thrill Jockey) 8 Various Artists – Clap Your Hands And Stamp Your Feet: 24 Nederglam Tracks From The Early ‘70s (Excelsior) 9 Mos Def – The Ecstatic (Downtown) 10 Theo Angell – Tenebrae (Amish) 11 Various Artists – OHM: The Early Gurus Of Electronic Music (Ellipsis Arts) 12 Gareth Dickson – As You Lie (www.myspace.com/garethdickson) 13 Go-Kart Mozart – Go-Kart Mozart Tearing Up The Albums Chart (West Midlands) 14 Sian Alice Group – Troubled, Shaken Etc (Beautiful Happiness/The Social Registry) 15 Jay Reatard – Watch Me Fall (Matador)

Thanks for all your responses to the Favourites Of 2009 flam I posted last Friday; I’ve posted some further thoughts there, which’ll doubtless inflame the Decemberists and Felice Brothers fans (more or less on my own here in my apathy to the latter, incidentally; check this for Allan’s eloquent alternate take).

Teenage Fanclub and Super Furry Animals For Clapham Common Festival

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Teenage Fanclub and Super Furry Animals have both been announced to play at this year's Summer Sundae festival which takes place on Clapham Common on July 25 and 26. They will play on the Saturday, along with I Am Kloot and King Creosote. The Human League, The Futureheads and Camera Obscura will p...

Teenage Fanclub and Super Furry Animals have both been announced to play at this year’s Summer Sundae festival which takes place on Clapham Common on July 25 and 26.

They will play on the Saturday, along with I Am Kloot and King Creosote.

The Human League, The Futureheads and Camera Obscura will play on the already sold-out ‘Sundae’ Sunday.

The Summer Sundae 2009 line-up so far is:

Saturday July 25

Super Furry Animals

Teenage Fanclub

I Am Kloot

King Creosote

Marina And The Diamonds

Tommy Reilly

Telegraphs

Sunday July 26

The Human League

The Futureheads

Camera Obscura

Red Light Company

The Answering Machine

The Brute Chorus

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Blur Launch New Album With Free Record Store Gig

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Blur played a free gig at the Rough Trade East record shop on Monday June 15 in front of just 170 fans. The band, celebrating the launch of the new double album collection 'Midlife: The Beginner's Guide To Blur', played a greatest hits set for around an hour, closing with "This Is A Low." It was o...

Blur played a free gig at the Rough Trade East record shop on Monday June 15 in front of just 170 fans.

The band, celebrating the launch of the new double album collection ‘Midlife: The Beginner’s Guide To Blur’, played a greatest hits set for around an hour, closing with “This Is A Low.”

It was only their second show as a four-piece since announcing their regrouping, the first being on Saturday June 13 at the East Anglian Railway Museum near Colchester, a return to the site of their first-ever show.

Tickets for the surprise Rough Trade East gig were announced via Graham Coxon’s Twitter in the morning, with tickets going to the first 170 people to turn up at the O2 Brixton Academy box office at 11am.

Blur’s reunion tour is set to call at the following venues from next week:

Southend Cliffs Pavilion (June 21)

Wolverhampton Civic Hall (24)

Newcastle Academy (June 25)

Manchester MEN Arena (June 26)

London Hyde Park (July 2/3)

Oxgen Festival (July 10)

T In The Park Festival (July 12)

Blur’s Rough Trade East gig set list was:

‘She’s So High’

‘Girls And Boys’

‘Advert’

‘For Tomorrow’

‘End Of A Century’

‘Beetlebum’

‘Coffee And TV’

‘Tender’

‘Out Of Time’

‘Popscene’

‘Song 2’

‘Parklife’

‘This Is A Low’

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