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In The Loop

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IN THE LOOP DIRECTED BY Armando Iannucci STARRING Peter Capaldi, James Gandolfini, Tom Hollander *** SYNOPSIS After a junior government minister (Hollander) makes a minor gaffe in a radio interview, questions are asked about the UK’s involvement in a possible American-led war in the Middle Ea...

IN THE LOOP

DIRECTED BY Armando Iannucci

STARRING Peter Capaldi, James Gandolfini, Tom Hollander

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SYNOPSIS

After a junior government minister (Hollander) makes a minor gaffe in a radio interview, questions are asked about the UK’s involvement in a possible American-led war in the Middle East. The Prime Minister’s press co-ordinator (Capaldi) is called in. Things do not go well. There will be blood.

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You might wonder just how far Armando Iannucci’s influence reaches into our world. In the 18 years since On The Hour first broadcast on Radio 4, it’s almost impossible to understate his importance on a generation of comedy shows. Arguably, everything from The Office to The IT Crowd, Spaced and even Gavin And Stacey owes him some kind of debt, either stylistic, technical or down the previous involvement of the cast or creators in shows Ianucci has developed.

Equally, it’s still difficult to watch current affairs programmes without seeing the DNA of The Day Today in pompous news journalists, extravagant and pointless computer graphics and the desperate, self-important shriek of the headlines themselves. It’s fair to say, though, that Iannucci and his affiliates have had less luck making it on the big screen.

Steve Coogan, whose Alan Partridge series’ Iannucci co-wrote and produced, has conspicuously failed to replicate his TV successes in movies. Meanwhile, Chris Morris, Iannucci’s other principal collaborator from those early years, has, perhaps inevitably, found his plans for a movie satirising Islamic terrorism enormously difficult to get greenlit. In The Loop, though, the cinematic off-shoot from his political comedy The Thick Of It, may well find Iannucci stealing a march on his former colleagues.

It might become a double victory, too, as Iannucci successfully manages to disprove the long-held belief that TV series never, ever translate to the big screen. In fact, stylistically there’s very little difference, if any, between In The Loop and its TV counterpart. The hand-held, fly-on-the-wall style Iannucci deploys on The Thick Of It (a technique he first used in The Pool, a spoof documentary about a public swimming baths that appeared in The Day Today) is satisfyingly intact here. The only fundamental difference is that the world of The Thick Of It has grown larger. It is still, quite literally, a Whitehall farce; but the production also takes us overseas, to Washington and the United Nations. There, it’s reassuring to report, Iannucci finds plenty of corrosive humour in the build up to a war in the Middle East.

As ever with The Thick Of It, the delight is in watching the meticulously plotted story unravel at breakneck speed. And, as with all great farce, the spark is seemingly infinitesimally small. In this case, it’s one word – “Unforeseeable” – used as a casual answer by Simon Foster (Tom Hollander), the Secretary of State for International Development, when asked in a Radio 4 interview about the likelihood of war in the Middle East.

Foster’s comments are leapt on by the press and the Opposition, much to the dismay of the Prime Minister’s terrifying enforcer, Malcolm Tucker (Peter Capaldi). As Tucker sees it, Foster’s comment is out of step with Downing Street, which is trying to downplay the prospect of invasion while at the same time preparing to support America should war break out. Malcolm is not a man to be messed with – nor, indeed, is his equally terrifying attack dog, Jamie (Paul Higgins) – and Foster’s continued gaffes in subsequent interviews about the government’s position on war leads an apoplectic Malcolm to send him to Washington.

A good thing, from Foster’s point of view, as there appears to be a problem brewing with an angry constituent (Steve Coogan) over a disputed wall. In the States, Foster’s apparent lack of appetite for war is seized by Washington diplomat Karen Clarke (Mimi Kennedy), who’s embroiled in her own battle at the State Department with Linton Barwick (David Rasche), her hawkish opposite number. Clarke’s only ally is General Miller (Gandolfini), who appears similarly disenchanted with the Washington warmongering.

Around them orbit a dysfunctional bunch of assistants and advisors remarkable for being just as stupid, lazy and/or scheming as their counterparts in the British government. There is a dossier, too, about arms in the Middle East, which at least one side wants to doctor. Iannucci’s point, it seems, is that these people can be just as prone to pettiness, feuding and, more pertinently considering the fate of the world rests in their hands, ineptitude as the rest of us. There is, perhaps, a touch of Dr Strangelove here, in the coal-black cynicism and the grim conclusion that inter-departmental power games on this level can, effectively, lead to a real war, in which real people will die.

You might think there would be something terribly parochial about the Whitehall contingent when compared to their American counterparts. But it says much about the skills of Iannucci’s core players – Hollander, Capaldi and Chris Addison, particularly – that they face off remarkably well against the Americans. A third act confrontation, for example, between Capaldi and Gandolfini is equally weighted. Gandolfini himself leads an impressive array of US talent – Rasche, who you might remember from Eighties’ cop comedy, Sledge Hammer!, is particularly brilliant as the Rumsfeldian Barwick – and with a script as strong as this (by regular The Thick Of It writers Iannucci, Jesse Armstrong, Simon Blackwell, Tony Roche, and the show’s long-standing “swearing consultant” Ian Martin), it’s easy to see why Iannucci can attract such a high level of talent. In this department, In The Loop commendably resembles a Howard Hawks-style screwball comedy enhanced with the furious profanities of a David Mamet play.

It’s strange, perhaps, but it’s hard to see In The Loop specifically as a political comedy. In the way that The Sopranos, say, wasn’t really about the Mob after all, so In The Loop isn’t really about politics. It’s a highly moral story about human beings, their failures and inadequacies. In Mamet’s Glengarry Gen Ross, salesman Ricky Roma asks, “A hell exists on earth?”. Iannucci seems to think it does, and it’s name is Malcolm Tucker.

MICHAEL BONNER

Mike Leigh – The BBC Collection (TV)

This comprehensive collection of Mike Leigh’s work at the BBC includes his greatest hit, Abigail’s Party (with Alison Steadman inflicting Demis Roussos on her neighbours), and one of his greatest films, Nuts In May (in which Steadman’s Candice-Marie and Roger Sloman’s Keith endure a problematic camping holiday in Dorset). Also included are Hard Labour, The Permissive Society, The Kiss Of Death, Who’s Who, Grown-Ups, Home Sweet Home and Four Days In July, all of which make the case that Leigh is a poet of loneliness in the vein of Beckett rather than a class warrior. EXTRAS: 4* Director’s commentaries, booklet, interview documentary with Will Self. ALASTAIR McKAY

This comprehensive collection of Mike Leigh’s work at the BBC includes his greatest hit, Abigail’s Party (with Alison Steadman inflicting Demis Roussos on her neighbours), and one of his greatest films, Nuts In May (in which Steadman’s Candice-Marie and Roger Sloman’s Keith endure a problematic camping holiday in Dorset).

Also included are Hard Labour, The Permissive Society, The Kiss Of Death, Who’s Who, Grown-Ups, Home Sweet Home and Four Days In July, all of which make the case that Leigh is a poet of loneliness in the vein of Beckett rather than a class warrior.

EXTRAS: 4* Director’s commentaries, booklet, interview documentary with Will Self.

ALASTAIR McKAY

Grateful Dead and Creedence Included In Revamped Woodstock Film

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Woodstock - 3 Days of Peace And Music’ , the 1970 Oscar winning film about the 1969 festival, has been revamped and re-cut for release as a 4 hour Director's Cut to celebrate the 40th anniversary this June. The film, and a documentary spanning four discs now boasts two hours of previously unseen ...

Woodstock – 3 Days of Peace And Music’ , the 1970 Oscar winning film about the 1969 festival, has been revamped and re-cut for release as a 4 hour Director’s Cut to celebrate the 40th anniversary this June.

The film, and a documentary spanning four discs now boasts two hours of previously unseen footage from the festival; including 13 artists who didn’t make an appearance in the original film.

You can now see The Grateful Dead, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Santana and The Who in 5.1 audio in the new archival footage.

The Warner Home Video release will be available as a 4-disc DVD and 2-disc Blu-ray on June 15.

For more on Woodstock, see the latest (May) issue of Uncut for an 8-page special, where the survivors of the notorious mudfest speak.

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The 14th Uncut Playlist Of 2009

Pretty weird mix this week, as I look down this list, not all of it fantastic. If I can break the usual protocols here, though, the Johnny Cash remix is really awful, and I speak as a Snoop Dogg fan. Given that “I Walk The Line” looked like the most interesting thing on the Cash remix album that turned up the other day, I suspect we might have found the worst record of 2009 already – though I must confess I don’t have the moral courage to check and make sure. 1 Peter Walker – Long Lost Tapes 1970 (Tompkins Square) 2 Little Boots – New In Town (679) 3 God Help The Girl – God Help The Girl (Rough Trade) 4 Sonic Youth – The Eternal (Matador) 5 Hypnotic Brass Ensemble – Hypnotic Brass Ensemble (Honest Jon’s) 6 White Denim – Fits (Full Time Hobby) 7 Johnny Cash – I Walk The Line (QDT Remix Featuring Snoop Dogg) (Compadre) 8 Double Dagger – More (Thrill Jockey) 9 We Are Wolves – Total Magique (Dare To Care) 10 Sparrow And The Workshop – Sleight Of Hand (Distiller) 11 Mamer – Eagle (Real World) 12 Rusted Shut – Dead (Load) 13 Jandek live in Houston (Youtube) 14 Music For Your Heart – Embrace The Change (http://www.myspace.com/music4yourheart) 15 Tony Allen – Secret Agent (World Circuit) 16 The XX – Crystallised (Young Turks) 17 The Derek Trucks Band – Already Free (Victor) 18 A Mountain Of One – Institute Of Joy (Ten Worlds) 19 Spinnerette – Spinnerette (Hassle) 20 The Field – Yesterday And Today (Kompakt) 21 Buffy Sainte-Marie – Running For The Drum (Cooking Vinyl)

Pretty weird mix this week, as I look down this list, not all of it fantastic. If I can break the usual protocols here, though, the Johnny Cash remix is really awful, and I speak as a Snoop Dogg fan. Given that “I Walk The Line” looked like the most interesting thing on the Cash remix album that turned up the other day, I suspect we might have found the worst record of 2009 already – though I must confess I don’t have the moral courage to check and make sure.

Wooden Shjips To Headline Club Uncut!

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Club Uncut is proud to present Wooden Shjips as our headliners on August 19. The psychedelic four man band from San Francisco, who are about to release their third album 'Dos' describe their music as "minimalist psych bop". Uncut's John Mulvey thinks they are heavily indebted to the sounds of The Spacemen 3. You can read his blog on the band and the new album here. As usual with our monthly live shows, Wooden Shjips will play at London's Borderline venue, just off Manette Street in London W1. Supports are still to be confirmed, but you can can get your tickets for the show now, by clicking here: seetickets.com In the meantime, have a listen to some Wooden Shjips tracks here, we particularly like new Sub Pop 7" single "Loose Lips", check it out here: Myspace.com/woodenshjips For more music and film news click here

Club Uncut is proud to present Wooden Shjips as our headliners on August 19.

The psychedelic four man band from San Francisco, who are about to release their third album ‘Dos’ describe their music as “minimalist psych bop”.

Uncut’s John Mulvey thinks they are heavily indebted to the sounds of The Spacemen 3. You can read his blog on the band and the new album here.

As usual with our monthly live shows, Wooden Shjips will play at London’s Borderline venue, just off Manette Street in London W1.

Supports are still to be confirmed, but you can can get your tickets for the show now, by clicking here: seetickets.com

In the meantime, have a listen to some Wooden Shjips tracks here, we particularly like new Sub Pop 7″ single “Loose Lips”, check it out here: Myspace.com/woodenshjips

For more music and film news click here

The Beatles Remaster Entire Catalogue

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The Beatles entire catalogue of albums have been digitally remastered and will be reissued on September 9, 2009, say Apple Corps today (April 7). Each of the CDs will feature replicated UK album artwork, new liner notes and rare photographs. Initially, the CDs will also contain a short film about t...

The Beatles entire catalogue of albums have been digitally remastered and will be reissued on September 9, 2009, say Apple Corps today (April 7).

Each of the CDs will feature replicated UK album artwork, new liner notes and rare photographs. Initially, the CDs will also contain a short film about the album, containing archive footage, and exclusive behind-the-scenes studio chat from the band.

On the same day, two box sets; one stereo and one mono, will also be released.

The stereo set features the original 12 Beatles studio albums plus ‘Magical Mystery Tour.’ The albums ‘Past Masters Vol. I and II’ will also be included, amalgamated into one title, so the box set will feature 14 albums on 16 discs.

‘The Beatles in Mono’ box set contains The Beatles’ ten albums which were originally intended to be released in mono, as well as two extra discs of mono masters.

Bonuses include the original 1965 stereo mixes of “Help!” and “Rubber Soul”, both of which have not appeared on CD before.

The Apple Corps press statement, regarding the question as to whether the Beatles catalgue will eventually be available to download simply states: “Discussions regarding the digital distribution of the catalogue will continue. There is no further information available at this time”.

More information about all of these releases will be available here: www.thebeatles.com

The Stereo Albums:

The stereo albums have been remastered by Guy Massey, Steve Rooke, Sam Okell with Paul Hicks and Sean Magee

Additional historical notes by Kevin Howlett and Mike Heatley

Additional recording notes by Allan Rouse and Kevin Howlett

* = CD includes QuickTime mini-doc about the album

Please Please Me* (CD debut in stereo)

With The Beatles* (CD debut in stereo)

A Hard Day’s Night* (CD debut in stereo)

Beatles For Sale* (CD debut in stereo)

Help!*

Rubber Soul*

Revolver*

Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band* (also includes 1987 notes, updated, and new intro by Paul McCartney)

Magical Mystery Tour*

The Beatles*

Yellow Submarine* (also includes original US liner notes)

Abbey Road*

Let It Be*

Past Masters (contains new liner notes written by Kevin Howlett)

‘The Beatles in Mono’ (box set only):

Remastered by Paul Hicks, Sean Magee with Guy Massey and Steve Rooke

Presented together in box with an essay written by Kevin Howlett

+ = mono mix CD debut

Please Please Me

With The Beatles

A Hard Day’s Night

Beatles For Sale

Help! (CD also includes original 1965 stereo mix)+

Rubber Soul (CD also include original 1965 stereo mix)+

Revolver+

Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band+

Magical Mystery Tour+

The Beatles+

Mono Masters

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Watch: Jandek goes funk!

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A vague plan to write about the new White Denim album this morning, comprehensively derailed when I discovered this amazing footage on Youtube. It features the elusive Jandek playing what is allegedly his first ever live show in his hometown of Houston. [youtube]acLwiYpSTFE[/youtube] The legend of Jandek is built on mystery, distance, intangible – sometimes tangible – sadness, and the fetishisation of the most desolate, sometimes virtually amusical, lo-fi. Since he started playing live four or five years ago, however, Jandek has become, if not exactly socialised, a fractionally less ethereal figure. One constructed, somehow, of flesh and blood. I can’t imagine any Jandek fans, however, can have expected this latest experiment. A show in Houston a couple of nights ago seems to have matched up Jandek with two funk session musicians. The result – and I’m certain it isn’t a hoax – turned out to be a 75-minute mutant funk jam, with heavy nudges to early ‘80s New York disco-not-disco; Jandek’s vocal styling here is rather reminiscent of David Byrne. So anyway, it’s unbelievably bizarre, not least when he starts sparring with the bassist, but also excellent. It’s Jandek’s habit to often release his ad hoc live hook-ups on CD – watching these clips, it’d be great to have this one on DVD. But have a look (assuming my rudimentary Youtube embedding skills are up to scratch) yourself. Seeing, Jandek fans, is believing…

A vague plan to write about the new White Denim album this morning, comprehensively derailed when I discovered this amazing footage on Youtube. It features the elusive Jandek playing what is allegedly his first ever live show in his hometown of Houston.

[youtube]acLwiYpSTFE[/youtube]

Madness To Perform At Camden Crawl

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Madness are set to play a series of free secret shows in Camden during this year's Gaymers Camden Crawl on April 24 and 25. The nutty boys, current Uncut cover stars, will appear at secret locations in the North London borough across the two day festival, and you won't need a Crawl ticket to see t...

Madness are set to play a series of free secret shows in Camden during this year’s Gaymers Camden Crawl on April 24 and 25.

The nutty boys, current Uncut cover stars, will appear at secret locations in the North London borough across the two day festival, and you won’t need a Crawl ticket to see them.

Highlights of the performances will be broadcast as part of 6 Music’s coverage of the two day festival; during Steve Lamacq’s show on April 24 from 4pm and Adam & Joe and Lauren Laverne’s live coverage from NW1 on April 25.

Echo & The Bunnymen, Wire, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Fall, Billy Bragg and The Maccabees are amongst the artists playing the 40 venue event.

Full line-up and ticket information is available here: www.thecamdencrawl.com

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Graham Coxon Announces Solo Gigs Ahead Of Blur Reunion

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Graham Coxon has announced a 12-date solo tour to take place this May, coinciding with his new album 'The Spinning Top.' UK tour this May, in support of his new album 'The Spinning Top' which is released on May 11. The new solo album will be preceded by a 10" vinyl single "In The Morning" which is...

Graham Coxon has announced a 12-date solo tour to take place this May, coinciding with his new album ‘The Spinning Top.’

UK tour this May, in support of his new album ‘The Spinning Top’ which is released on May 11.

The new solo album will be preceded by a 10″ vinyl single “In The Morning” which is out on April 18.

Blur’s reunion tour starts in July, in the meantime, Graham Coxon will play the following dates:

Norwich Arts Centre (May 3)

Brighton Digital (4)

Tunbridge Wells Forum (6)

Hertford Marquee (7)

York Fibbers (8)

Glasgow King Tuts (9)

Cambridge Soul Tree (12)

London Lexington (13)

Bristol Thekla (14)

Wolverhampton Civic (15)

Nottingham Rescue Rooms (17)

Newcastle Cluny (18)

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Metallica Inducted Into Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

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Metallica were joined onstage by former bassist Jason Newsted when they were officially inducted into the 24th annual Rock and Roll Hall of Fame at a ceremony in Cleveland on Saturday (April 4). The veteran heavy metal band were inducted by Red Hot Chili Peppers' Flea, who said that Metallica were ...

Metallica were joined onstage by former bassist Jason Newsted when they were officially inducted into the 24th annual Rock and Roll Hall of Fame at a ceremony in Cleveland on Saturday (April 4).

The veteran heavy metal band were inducted by Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Flea, who said that Metallica were a ‘perfect match’ for the Hall of Fame.

Flea said “If you’re gonna have a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame … you’ve got to have Metallica in it.”

Frontman James Hetfield said that being honoured in the Hall of Fame was a “dream come true.”

“Dream big and dare to fail … ’cause this is living proof that it is possible to make a dream come true,” Hetfield said.

Other artists inducted this year were Run-DMC, Jeff Beck, Bobby Womack and Little Anthony and the Imperials.

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Beatles Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr Perform Live Together

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The Beatles' Sir Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr performed onstage together in New York on Saturday night (April 4), in aid of a youth meditation initiative. As reported on Friday, McCartney and Starr both took part in a global live webcast to raise awareness of the David Lynch Foundation, and it's...

The BeatlesSir Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr performed onstage together in New York on Saturday night (April 4), in aid of a youth meditation initiative.

As reported on Friday, McCartney and Starr both took part in a global live webcast to raise awareness of the David Lynch Foundation, and it’s attempt to bring meditation to school children.

The concert at Radio City Music Hall, which was headlined by McCartney, saw him joined onstage by Starr to perform The Beatles hit “With a Little Help from My Friends”.

Starr, who had included Beatles’ tracks “Yellow Submarine” and “Boys” during his own set at the gig, also played drums for McCartney on “Cosmically Conscious”.

The last remaining Beatles, last played together the Royal Albert Hall in 2002, at a tribute for George Harrison.

The David Lynch Foundation initiative concert also featured guest artists which included Donovan, Eddie Vedder, Moby, Bettye LaVette and Mike Love.

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Peter Walker: “Long Lost Tapes 1970” and “Spanish Guitar”

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Maruga Booker turned up at Woodstock in 1970 as Tim Hardin’s bongo player. But at some point during the weekend, he wandered into a temporary ashram and came out converted by the Swami Satchidananda. Not necessarily one of rock history’s marquee names, Booker rather bizarrely came onto Uncut...

Maruga Booker turned up at Woodstock in 1970 as Tim Hardin’s bongo player. But at some point during the weekend, he wandered into a temporary ashram and came out converted by the Swami Satchidananda.

Neil Young – Fork In The Road

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Of all the devastating put-downs in his arsenal (Joan Baez, you’ll remember he said, was “like a lamp”), Bob Dylan reserved his most poisonous dart for another of his contemporaries, Phil Ochs. “You’re not a folk singer,” he pronounced, damningly. “You’re a journalist.” A terrible insult in any language, certainly, but here one with genuinely crushing power. Folk songs, after all, survive for generations. Pieces of journalism can, at best, hope to survive until the following morning’s edition. Enduring songs, political songs, songs which aren’t meant to last long at all… one would imagine that all of the above, and more have lately been on Neil Young’s mind. Recently engaged on the first installment of the career retrospective Archives set, Neil Young has lately had his attention on his past: what has been proved to be of enduring value, what’s worth editing out, and what, in fact, is best left unsaid. In every respect, Fork In The Road – a brief, bracing, at times very funny garage-rock blast – is the absolute opposite of such an enterprise. As with its closest precedent, the brief, bracing, garage rock blast of 2006’s Living With War, what’s on offer here is not Neil Young the shy, meditative, folk singer we’ve lately heard emoting from newly released archival recordings. Instead, this is the work of a man who has – again, so soon – been moved by current events to put something down on paper. If Young’s 2009 subject matter makes him a journalist, so does his method. This is no florid essay, but rather angry editorial banged out on a tight deadline, with little regard for the niceties of technique. The subject matter of the piece? That, though not quite as boldly signposted as in Living With War, is still announced pretty plainly. The subject is the recession, and it’s a topic Young chooses to address using one of his most consuming passions as a barometer of the situation: cars. There are moments in the album which tackle the economy more overtly (“Cough Up The Bucks”, in which he asks, simply, “Where did all the money go?”; the highly amusing album closer “Fork In The Road”, in which Young opines in caustic, Mark E Smith style that “There’s a bailout coming/But it’s not for me…”, and tells us to “Keep on blogging/Until the power goes out…”). Elsewhere, however, the car is, undoubtedly, the star. Track four, “Johnny Magic” sets the tone, an elegy for a time when a guy could, as in a road movie, fill a preposterously long automobile with cheap gasoline, and head out on the road (“He met destiny/In the form of a heavy metal Continental/Born to run on the proud highway…”). It’s not mourning the act of driving itself, so much as it is the death of what it used to represent. In Young’s telling here, what formerly spoke of independence, the search for a new start, even freedom, has by 2009 become a guilty pleasure (“Then the world started running out of money…”), and even a political act. After all, does the US not now fight wars for this gasoline? Driving and cars are everything on Fork In The Road. Sometimes, as on “Hit The Road” they’re agents of environmental pollution (“Bumper to bumper/In a giant cloud of fumes…”). Sometimes, as on “Get Behind The Wheel”, they seem to serve as what sounds like a double entendre (“She always wants to please you/No matter what shape you’re in…”). Sometimes, as on “Fuel Line”, they’re journeying, battery powered, to the future. Over all, you wonder if it’s a supremely intelligent way to connect with a middle American audience whose No 1 pre-election priority was not solving the war but the restarting of the economy, and a country whose auto industry is in terminal crisis. Remember the guy in the CSNY film who walked out during “Let’s Impeach The President”, saying the band could “suck my dick”? Neil wants him back on board, and perhaps cars is how he thinks he’s going to speak to him. If that person favours the smoking, ragged garage rock that comprises the bulk of Fork In The Road, then you’d have to conclude, job done. While seemingly banged down in real time, the album contains a good deal of wry muttering, plenty of fine riffs (particularly the opening “When Worlds Collide”) and some surprisingly sophisticated backing vocals. If Young’s own car graveyard is going to remain a charming rock-star’s folly rather than a painful economic metaphor, the journey (this researcher into electric cars seems to be saying) must be forwards, powered by green fuels. Early on in the LP, the wonderful “Just Singing A Song” – a languid, classic Neil groover – had suggested that for all the good tunes, and good intentions, all this kind of rock’n’roll protest can’t do much to change the world. So where does this leave Fork In The Road? A set of enduring classics? Or simply journalism? Either way: hold the front page. JOHN ROBINSON For more album reviews, click here for the UNCUT music archive Pic Credit: PA Photos

Of all the devastating put-downs in his arsenal (Joan Baez, you’ll remember he said, was “like a lamp”), Bob Dylan reserved his most poisonous dart for another of his contemporaries, Phil Ochs. “You’re not a folk singer,” he pronounced, damningly. “You’re a journalist.” A terrible insult in any language, certainly, but here one with genuinely crushing power. Folk songs, after all, survive for generations. Pieces of journalism can, at best, hope to survive until the following morning’s edition.

Enduring songs, political songs, songs which aren’t meant to last long at all… one would imagine that all of the above, and more have lately been on Neil Young’s mind. Recently engaged on the first installment of the career retrospective Archives set, Neil Young has lately had his attention on his past: what has been proved to be of enduring value, what’s worth editing out, and what, in fact, is best left unsaid. In every respect, Fork In The Road – a brief, bracing, at times very funny garage-rock blast – is the absolute opposite of such an enterprise.

As with its closest precedent, the brief, bracing, garage rock blast of 2006’s Living With War, what’s on offer here is not Neil Young the shy, meditative, folk singer we’ve lately heard emoting from newly released archival recordings. Instead, this is the work of a man who has – again, so soon – been moved by current events to put something down on paper. If Young’s 2009 subject matter makes him a journalist, so does his method. This is no florid essay, but rather angry editorial banged out on a tight deadline, with little regard for the niceties of technique.

The subject matter of the piece? That, though not quite as boldly signposted as in Living With War, is still announced pretty plainly. The subject is the recession, and it’s a topic Young chooses to address using one of his most consuming passions as a barometer of the situation: cars.

There are moments in the album which tackle the economy more overtly (“Cough Up The Bucks”, in which he asks, simply, “Where did all the money go?”; the highly amusing album closer “Fork In The Road”, in which Young opines in caustic, Mark E Smith style that “There’s a bailout coming/But it’s not for me…”, and tells us to “Keep on blogging/Until the power goes out…”). Elsewhere, however, the car is, undoubtedly, the star.

Track four, “Johnny Magic” sets the tone, an elegy for a time when a guy could, as in a road movie, fill a preposterously long automobile with cheap gasoline, and head out on the road (“He met destiny/In the form of a heavy metal Continental/Born to run on the proud highway…”). It’s not mourning the act of driving itself, so much as it is the death of what it used to represent.

In Young’s telling here, what formerly spoke of independence, the search for a new start, even freedom, has by 2009 become a guilty pleasure (“Then the world started running out of money…”), and even a political act. After all, does the US not now fight wars for this gasoline?

Driving and cars are everything on Fork In The Road. Sometimes, as on “Hit The Road” they’re agents of environmental pollution (“Bumper to bumper/In a giant cloud of fumes…”). Sometimes, as on “Get Behind The Wheel”, they seem to serve as what sounds like a double entendre (“She always wants to please you/No matter what shape you’re in…”). Sometimes, as on “Fuel Line”, they’re journeying, battery powered, to the future.

Over all, you wonder if it’s a supremely intelligent way to connect with a middle American audience whose No 1 pre-election priority was not solving the war but the restarting of the economy, and a country whose auto industry is in terminal crisis. Remember the guy in the CSNY film who walked out during “Let’s Impeach The President”, saying the band could “suck my dick”? Neil wants him back on board, and perhaps cars is how he thinks he’s going to speak to him.

If that person favours the smoking, ragged garage rock that comprises the bulk of Fork In The Road, then you’d have to conclude, job done. While seemingly banged down in real time, the album contains a good deal of wry muttering, plenty of fine riffs (particularly the opening “When Worlds Collide”) and some surprisingly sophisticated backing vocals. If Young’s own car graveyard is going to remain a charming rock-star’s folly rather than a painful economic metaphor, the journey (this researcher into electric cars seems to be saying) must be forwards, powered by green fuels.

Early on in the LP, the wonderful “Just Singing A Song” – a languid, classic Neil groover – had suggested that for all the good tunes, and good intentions, all this kind of rock’n’roll protest can’t do much to change the world. So where does this leave Fork In The Road? A set of enduring classics? Or simply journalism? Either way: hold the front page.

JOHN ROBINSON

For more album reviews, click here for the UNCUT music archive

Pic Credit: PA Photos

Leonard Cohen – Live In London

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When The Songs Of Leonard Cohen arrived in record shops just after Christmas, 1967, its creator was already 33 years old – an unusual age to be releasing a debut album. But the patina of experience was critical to Cohen’s appeal. Here was a singer – no, a poet – who could write about the usual stuff, chiefly girls – well, women – with a rueful and weathered maturity far beyond the range of his younger contemporaries. It was a good trick then, and it remains so four decades later, as Leonard Cohen continues his extraordinary comeback tour. While the likes of The Rolling Stones tackle the songs of their youth in an absurd if bracing defiance of age, and Bob Dylan and Neil Young often seem to have an ambiguous, sometimes fraught, relationship to their back catalogues, Cohen has no comparable problems. The older he becomes, the better he inhabits many of these uncannily graceful and profound songs. Consequently, Live In London is much more than a souvenir of a memorable show at the O2 Arena in July 2008. It showcases a (then) 73-year-old singer with still-growing wisdom and an ever-deepening voice, who now brings an even greater gravity to songs that were hardly bubblegum in the first place. Take “Who By Fire”. It’d be risky to claim that this live reading is a more definitive version than the original on 1974’s New Skin For The Old Ceremony. But the incantatory resonance of Cohen’s baritone, the way it is underpinned so delicately by the female vocals, Javier Mas’ lute-like archilaúd and Neil Larsen’s Hammond B3, make it sound more like sacred music than a folk singer’s appropriation of sacred music, band introductions notwithstanding. An enterprising film director would do well to cast this Cohen as the voice of a god – if Cohen could reconcile the complexities of his own beliefs to accept such a frivolous gig. Then again, as Live In London proves, Leonard Cohen is a covertly frivolous man. If he has been stereotyped for 20, 30, 40 years as the laureate of misery, these shows have redefined him as more of a droll old charmer, not averse to satirising himself. “It’s been a long time since I stood on the stage in London,” he intones wryly before “Ain’t No Cure For Love”. “It was about 14 or 15 years ago. I was 60 years old, just a kid with a crazy dream. Since then I’ve taken a lot of Prozac, Paxil, Welbutrin, Effexor, Ritalin, Focalin. I’ve also studied deeply in the philosophies and religions, but cheerfulness kept breaking through.” He says more or less the same every night, but the crafted wit is well worth repeating. Rehearsal does not preclude warmth, and the three months of preparation that Cohen and the band went through before the tour began last spring – down to the ad libs, perhaps – is one good reason why Live In London has more in common with a measured studio album than most live sets. Spontaneity isn’t necessary here. Instead, meticulous control is crucial to the potency of these 25 songs, particularly in the marvellous sequence that closes the first half of the concert, running through “Who By Fire” and “Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye” to a broadly celestial “Anthem”. These are not complete reinventions: the musical director, Roscoe Beck, was imbuing Cohen’s songs with the same stately pacing, with similar Mediterranean fringes, as far back as 1988, judging by the Cohen Live album released in 1994. Now, though, there’s a shade more discretion to Bob Metzger’s guitar playing, and fewer cruise liner flourishes from Dino Soldo on the “instruments of wind”. Javier Mas, the Spanish guitarist, is an obvious star, but as the whole band take compact, jewel-like solos during “I Tried To Leave You”, it’s hard to spot a weak link. Cohen himself, of course, may be more reliable these days, having lost his old habit of drinking three bottles of wine before a show. He has a clutch of relatively new songs, too, with two from 2001’s underrated Ten New Songs included in the London show, plus a stirring recitation of verses from “A Thousand Kisses Deep” that didn’t make the original recording. A meditation on love, memory, mortality and related topics, it’s an apposite highlight, not least when Cohen intones, “I’m still working with the wine, still dancing cheek to cheek/The band is playing ‘Auld Lang Syne’, but the heart will not retreat.” It captures a man forced back on to the road by financial exigency – back to “Boogie Street”, he might say – only to discover that something else is driving him onwards. Perhaps that something, Cohen realised, is a chance to achieve a resolution of sorts, with both his art and with his fans. An uncommonly thoughtful victory lap, which deserves – and has received – a handsome recorded memorial. JOHN MULVEY For more album reviews, click here for the UNCUT music archive Pic credit: PA Photos

When The Songs Of Leonard Cohen arrived in record shops just after Christmas, 1967, its creator was already 33 years old – an unusual age to be releasing a debut album. But the patina of experience was critical to Cohen’s appeal. Here was a singer – no, a poet – who could write about the usual stuff, chiefly girls – well, women – with a rueful and weathered maturity far beyond the range of his younger contemporaries.

It was a good trick then, and it remains so four decades later, as Leonard Cohen continues his extraordinary comeback tour. While the likes of The Rolling Stones tackle the songs of their youth in an absurd if bracing defiance of age, and Bob Dylan and Neil Young often seem to have an ambiguous, sometimes fraught, relationship to their back catalogues, Cohen has no comparable problems. The older he becomes, the better he inhabits many of these uncannily graceful and profound songs.

Consequently, Live In London is much more than a souvenir of a memorable show at the O2 Arena in July 2008. It showcases a (then) 73-year-old singer with still-growing wisdom and an ever-deepening voice, who now brings an even greater gravity to songs that were hardly bubblegum in the first place.

Take “Who By Fire”. It’d be risky to claim that this live reading is a more definitive version than the original on 1974’s New Skin For The Old Ceremony. But the incantatory resonance of Cohen’s baritone, the way it is underpinned so delicately by the female vocals, Javier Mas’ lute-like archilaúd and Neil Larsen’s Hammond B3, make it sound more like sacred music than a folk singer’s appropriation of sacred music, band introductions notwithstanding. An enterprising film director would do well to cast this Cohen as the voice of a god – if Cohen could reconcile the complexities of his own beliefs to accept such a frivolous gig.

Then again, as Live In London proves, Leonard Cohen is a covertly frivolous man. If he has been stereotyped for 20, 30, 40 years as the laureate of misery, these shows have redefined him as more of a droll old charmer, not averse to satirising himself.

“It’s been a long time since I stood on the stage in London,” he intones wryly before “Ain’t No Cure For Love”. “It was about 14 or 15 years ago. I was 60 years old, just a kid with a crazy dream. Since then I’ve taken a lot of Prozac, Paxil, Welbutrin, Effexor, Ritalin, Focalin. I’ve also studied deeply in the philosophies and religions, but cheerfulness kept breaking through.”

He says more or less the same every night, but the crafted wit is well worth repeating. Rehearsal does not preclude warmth, and the three months of preparation that Cohen and the band went through before the tour began last spring – down to the ad libs, perhaps – is one good reason why Live In London has more in common with a measured studio album than most live sets.

Spontaneity isn’t necessary here. Instead, meticulous control is crucial to the potency of these 25 songs, particularly in the marvellous sequence that closes the first half of the concert, running through “Who By Fire” and “Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye” to a broadly celestial “Anthem”.

These are not complete reinventions: the musical director, Roscoe Beck, was imbuing Cohen’s songs with the same stately pacing, with similar Mediterranean fringes, as far back as 1988, judging by the Cohen Live album released in 1994. Now, though, there’s a shade more discretion to Bob Metzger’s guitar playing, and fewer cruise liner flourishes from Dino Soldo on the “instruments of wind”. Javier Mas, the Spanish guitarist, is an obvious star, but as the whole band take compact, jewel-like solos during “I Tried To Leave You”, it’s hard to spot a weak link.

Cohen himself, of course, may be more reliable these days, having lost his old habit of drinking three bottles of wine before a show. He has a clutch of relatively new songs, too, with two from 2001’s underrated Ten New Songs included in the London show, plus a stirring recitation of verses from “A Thousand Kisses Deep” that didn’t make the original recording. A meditation on love, memory, mortality and related topics, it’s an apposite highlight, not least when Cohen intones, “I’m still working with the wine, still dancing cheek to cheek/The band is playing ‘Auld Lang Syne’, but the heart will not retreat.”

It captures a man forced back on to the road by financial exigency – back to “Boogie Street”, he might say – only to discover that something else is driving him onwards. Perhaps that something, Cohen realised, is a chance to achieve a resolution of sorts, with both his art and with his fans. An uncommonly thoughtful victory lap, which deserves – and has received – a handsome recorded memorial.

JOHN MULVEY

For more album reviews, click here for the UNCUT music archive

Pic credit: PA Photos

Doves – Kingdom Of Rust

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In recent months, a lot of positive things have been attributed to Elbow’s award-winning brand of northern rock, but there is one bunch of shaggy Mancunians who should be particularly grateful for the late blooming of Guy Garvey’s mob. In spite of past fortunes, Elbow’s new-found success has prepared the ground for the kind of epic melancholy indie at which Doves excel. Earthy sincerity laced to chiming riffs, robust songs of intimacy and local geography sung by unshaven men within touching distance of 40: Kingdom Of Rust confirms that Doves do this better than anyone else. That there’s been a gap of four years between albums makes their return sweeter still. Even Doves’ staunchest admirers would concede that Jimi Goodwin and the Williams twins, Andy and Jez, had begun to tread water by 2005’s Some Cities, their third in five years, a record that sold well but didn’t take any unexpected diversions. For their fourth album, Kingdom Of Rust, the band decamped to their studio in a converted dairy farm, far enough from anywhere, and spent the next two-and-a-half years crafting these dozen songs, day in, day out. “It was a case of, justify why we’re still together in this room, after this long,” says Goodwin. What they’ve produced is perhaps the definitive Doves album, one steeped in the euphoric misery of old, but which explores the band’s adventurous side to stunning effect, and demonstrates how they’ve matured as musicians into innovative songwriters. Such is the attention to detail, you can well believe they were working on each track right up to the deadline in December last year. Electronic opener “Jetstream” – far more thrilling, more New Order even, than the New Order track of the same name – purrs along with Jimi and Jez calling out over a pulsing Kraftwerk rhythm befor barrelling into an irresistible, “Fools Gold” baggy groove. Most surprising of all, the fortified funk of “Compulsion” nearly rewrites Blondie’s “Heart Of Glass” in the dubbed-out style of Liquid Liquid, and manages to channel the feral energy of a downtown New York disco from a field near Wilmslow. It’s a club classic already and, technically, should’ve come out on Factory in 1983. For contrast, compare this with the enchanting “Birds Flew Backwards”, Goodwin’s tender David Crosby moment. This leads into “Spellbound”, the album’s prettiest number that unfurls like The Smiths’ “Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want” into a love song. Somehow, this bear of a bloke bellowing, “You keep me here, so spellbound/Love pulls me near to sacred ground”, is rarely less than moving. When Doves revisit familiar themes, they do so with a renewed sense of purpose. “Kingdom Of Rust” is a fleshier version of The Last Broadcast’s“There Goes The Fear” , a country’n’western swagger recast as a rainy moorland romp. “The Outsiders” finds Doves at their heaviest, with Goodwin chanting, almost ranting, “Nothing to lose, so nothing gets lost/So much choice, no choice at all/In the universe, just the two of us”, over racks of muscular riffage. “House Of Mirrors” is ’60s psych-stomp with a sugary chrous, while “The Great Denier” is burly enough to crush any Coldplay comparisons (although the way it unravels, trembling, is close to a Chris Martin composition). Other songs – the drivetime duo “10.03” and “Winter Hill” – would surely be hit singles for an inferior outfit. Soulful and sentimental as always, Doves have also made an intrepid record with Kingdom Of Rust. By expanding their repertoire, taking a few risks, and nailing those harmonies, they’ve made what feels like the first great British album of 2009. To hear this band at the peak of their power – as Doves indisputably are – has been worth the wait. PIERS MARTIN For more album reviews, click here for the UNCUT music archive

In recent months, a lot of positive things have been attributed to Elbow’s award-winning brand of northern rock, but there is one bunch of shaggy Mancunians who should be particularly grateful for the late blooming of Guy Garvey’s mob.

In spite of past fortunes, Elbow’s new-found success has prepared the ground for the kind of epic melancholy indie at which Doves excel. Earthy sincerity laced to chiming riffs, robust songs of intimacy and local geography sung by unshaven men within touching distance of 40: Kingdom Of Rust confirms that Doves do this better than anyone else. That there’s been a gap of four years between albums makes their return sweeter still.

Even Doves’ staunchest admirers would concede that Jimi Goodwin and the Williams twins, Andy and Jez, had begun to tread water by 2005’s Some Cities, their third in five years, a record that sold well but didn’t take any unexpected diversions. For their fourth album, Kingdom Of Rust, the band decamped to their studio in a converted dairy farm, far enough from anywhere, and spent the next two-and-a-half years crafting these dozen songs, day in, day out. “It was a case of, justify why we’re still together in this room, after this long,” says Goodwin.

What they’ve produced is perhaps the definitive Doves album, one steeped in the euphoric misery of old, but which explores the band’s adventurous side to stunning effect, and demonstrates how they’ve matured as musicians into innovative songwriters. Such is the attention to detail, you can well believe they were working on each track right up to the deadline in December last year. Electronic opener “Jetstream” – far more thrilling, more New Order even, than the New Order track of the same name – purrs along with Jimi and Jez calling out over a pulsing Kraftwerk rhythm befor barrelling into an irresistible, “Fools Gold” baggy groove. Most surprising of all, the fortified funk of “Compulsion” nearly rewrites Blondie’s “Heart Of Glass” in the dubbed-out style of Liquid Liquid, and manages to channel the feral energy of a downtown New York disco from a field near Wilmslow.

It’s a club classic already and, technically, should’ve come out on Factory in 1983. For contrast, compare this with the enchanting “Birds Flew Backwards”, Goodwin’s tender David Crosby moment. This leads into “Spellbound”, the album’s prettiest number that unfurls like The Smiths’ “Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want” into a love song. Somehow, this bear of a bloke bellowing, “You keep me here, so spellbound/Love pulls me near to sacred ground”, is rarely less than moving.

When Doves revisit familiar themes, they do so with a renewed sense of purpose. “Kingdom Of Rust” is a fleshier version of The Last Broadcast’s“There Goes The Fear” , a country’n’western swagger recast as a rainy moorland romp. “The Outsiders” finds Doves at their heaviest, with Goodwin chanting, almost ranting, “Nothing to lose, so nothing gets lost/So much choice, no choice at all/In the universe, just the two of us”, over racks of muscular riffage. “House Of Mirrors” is ’60s psych-stomp with a sugary chrous, while “The Great Denier” is burly enough to crush any Coldplay comparisons (although the way it unravels, trembling, is close to a Chris Martin composition). Other songs – the drivetime duo “10.03” and “Winter Hill” – would surely be hit singles for an inferior outfit.

Soulful and sentimental as always, Doves have also made an intrepid record with Kingdom Of Rust. By expanding their repertoire, taking a few risks, and nailing those harmonies, they’ve made what feels like the first great British album of 2009. To hear this band at the peak of their power – as Doves indisputably are – has been worth the wait.

PIERS MARTIN

For more album reviews, click here for the UNCUT music archive

Yeah Yeah Yeahs – It’s Blitz!

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Ever since the Yeah Yeah Yeahs shot out of New York’s art-rock scene circa 2001 in a commotion of fishnet tights, smeared lipstick, and impossibly spiky hair, the bass-shunning trio have, unlike many of their peers, remained at the vanguard of cool. Their albums (which are too infrequent – it’s been three years since the brilliant, if under-appreciated, Show Your Bones) never so much drop as they detonate, and It’s Blitz! is no exception, despite the fact that this is a record unlike any we’ve heard from the band before. From the ricocheting Giorgio Moroder-esque glitterball beat that drives electro-pop opener “Zero,” to the spectral hush of closer “Little Shadow,” It’s Blitz! bristles and sighs with the confidence of a group that has found a way to evolve into something glossy and commercially aerodynamic without entirely losing sight of its grimy garage-rock past. The most dramatic third-album shift is that Nick Zinner’s slashing, evil-spider guitar, which has long provided the dirty, driving force behind most Yeah Yeah Yeahs songs, has been sublimated by a whirr of synthesisers. In theory, this sounds worrying, but in practice it mostly works a treat. Although the album lacks the slinky, spiked menace of much of Show Your Bones, what emerges in its place is more full-bodied and atmospheric than anything they’ve achieved before. Unmoored from those defining six-string sonic parameters, they are de-fanged, perhaps, but still rippling with life. For better or for worse, this is a record with a split personality. Half of the tracks are slickly glamorous slices of dancefloor dynamite – the best one, “Heads Will Roll”, finds Karen O sounding more Kylie than Poly Styrene as she unleashes its timely partying-while-the-world-burns chorus: “Off off off with your head/ Dance dance dance till you’re dead” – while the other half are delicate, introspective ballads. What unifies them is a warm romanticism that runs throughout, edging out Karen’s blatant eroticism of yore – even though there are more come-downs than come-ons, every song seems to glow from within. “Hysteric” is the closest the Yeah Yeah Yeahs have come to capturing the raw emotional punch of 2004 hit “Maps”: Its refrain – “you suddenly complete me” – could have fallen into Jerry Maguire cliché in less deft hands, but instead pithily summarises the blunt shock of finding oneself unexpectedly in love. On “Dragon Queen” the band sounds almost unrecognisable, veering off into irrepressible hiccupping polyrhythms (courtesy of drummer Brian Chase) that recall the Tom Tom Club. “Soft Shock”, meanwhile, features a pulsing synth à la Berlin’s “Metro”, and on “Dull Life” – the song that most obviously recalls the ballsy insouciance of their sensational 2002 debut EP – Zinner’s Fender roars into frame again, and it’s a joy to hear it. So much so, in fact, that you can’t help but wish they’d found a little more space for guitars elsewhere on the album. It’s Blitz! does have a weak link or two: “Shame And Fortune” falls squarely between being underwhelming and irritating, and “Skeletons” is an exercise in over-done synths (they really shouldn’t sound like bagpipes, but they do) that goes precisely nowhere. Yet even within such less successful tracks, you can’t fault them for inertia: every nook and cranny is packed with effects and ideas. This spirit of experimentation, no doubt buoyed by having such able producers as Nick Launay (who worked with the band on the 2007 stop-gap EP, “Is Is”) and TV On The Radio’s formidable Dave Sitek on board, is ultimately what elevates It’s Blitz! above the occasional saggy moment. Despite its obvious debt to the ’80s and its (appreciated) nods to the trio’s own past, it’s their most modern, innovative record yet. The Yeah Yeah Yeahs have once again raised the bar – both for themselves and for the other bands that remain in their shadow. UNCUT Q&A with Brian Chase: UNCUT:How did you approach this album differently? BRIAN: We had no idea what it would sound like when we first started working. We had a really open attitude towards experimentation, and we did a lot of collective improvising, which is something we’ve never done before. From those sessions we extracted certain things we liked, and then the songs grew from there. What sparked the adoption of keyboards? Nick brought a keyboard into the writing sessions, and it just worked. Over the years we’ve gotten to know each other so well that we have to keep plotting new ways to push ourselves into unfamiliar territory. Putting a limitation on Nick to move away from guitar and work with synths forced us to be more creative. What did Dave Sitek’s production bring to the record? We only spent about three days with him, but they were crucial days. He has a fearless, throw-caution-to-the-wind approach to production. He was there to revolutionise what we were doing in terms of the electronics and the overall aesthetic and sound. There’s a cool dryness to the record; the drums and guitars are more contained, less bombastic. That definitely has to do with him. Are the brass sounds a TV On The Radio influence? Totally. We’re going to bring extra musicians on tour to play that stuff live. Karen should bust out the saxophone, though… that would be great. APRIL LONG For more album reviews, click here for the 3000 reviews strong UNCUT music archive

Ever since the Yeah Yeah Yeahs shot out of New York’s art-rock scene circa 2001 in a commotion of fishnet tights, smeared lipstick, and impossibly spiky hair, the bass-shunning trio have, unlike many of their peers, remained at the vanguard of cool. Their albums (which are too infrequent – it’s been three years since the brilliant, if under-appreciated, Show Your Bones) never so much drop as they detonate, and It’s Blitz! is no exception, despite the fact that this is a record unlike any we’ve heard from the band before. From the ricocheting Giorgio Moroder-esque glitterball beat that drives electro-pop opener “Zero,” to the spectral hush of closer “Little Shadow,” It’s Blitz! bristles and sighs with the confidence of a group that has found a way to evolve into something glossy and commercially aerodynamic without entirely losing sight of its grimy garage-rock past.

The most dramatic third-album shift is that Nick Zinner’s slashing, evil-spider guitar, which has long provided the dirty, driving force behind most Yeah Yeah Yeahs songs, has been sublimated by a whirr of synthesisers. In theory, this sounds worrying, but in practice it mostly works a treat. Although the album lacks the slinky, spiked menace of much of Show Your Bones, what emerges in its place is more full-bodied and atmospheric than anything they’ve achieved before. Unmoored from those defining six-string sonic parameters, they are de-fanged, perhaps, but still rippling with life.

For better or for worse, this is a record with a split personality. Half of the tracks are slickly glamorous slices of dancefloor dynamite – the best one, “Heads Will Roll”, finds Karen O sounding more Kylie than Poly Styrene as she unleashes its timely partying-while-the-world-burns chorus: “Off off off with your head/ Dance dance dance till you’re dead” – while the other half are delicate, introspective ballads. What unifies them is a warm romanticism that runs throughout, edging out Karen’s blatant eroticism of yore – even though there are more come-downs than come-ons, every song seems to glow from within.

“Hysteric” is the closest the Yeah Yeah Yeahs have come to capturing the raw emotional punch of 2004 hit “Maps”: Its refrain – “you suddenly complete me” – could have fallen into Jerry Maguire cliché in less deft hands, but instead pithily summarises the blunt shock of finding oneself unexpectedly in love. On “Dragon Queen” the band sounds almost unrecognisable, veering off into irrepressible hiccupping polyrhythms (courtesy of drummer Brian Chase) that recall the Tom Tom Club. “Soft Shock”, meanwhile, features a pulsing synth à la Berlin’s “Metro”, and on “Dull Life” – the song that most obviously recalls the ballsy insouciance of their sensational 2002 debut EP – Zinner’s Fender roars into frame again, and it’s a joy to hear it. So much so, in fact, that you can’t help but wish they’d found a little more space for guitars elsewhere on the album.

It’s Blitz! does have a weak link or two: “Shame And Fortune” falls squarely between being underwhelming and irritating, and “Skeletons” is an exercise in over-done synths (they really shouldn’t sound like bagpipes, but they do) that goes precisely nowhere. Yet even within such less successful tracks, you can’t fault them for inertia: every nook and cranny is packed with effects and ideas. This spirit of experimentation, no doubt buoyed by having such able producers as Nick Launay (who worked with the band on the 2007 stop-gap EP, “Is Is”) and TV On The Radio’s formidable Dave Sitek on board, is ultimately what elevates It’s Blitz! above the occasional saggy moment. Despite its obvious debt to the ’80s and its (appreciated) nods to the trio’s own past, it’s their most modern, innovative record yet. The Yeah Yeah Yeahs have once again raised the bar – both for themselves and for the other bands that remain in their shadow.

UNCUT Q&A with Brian Chase:

UNCUT:How did you approach this album differently?

BRIAN: We had no idea what it would sound like when we first started working. We had a really open attitude towards experimentation, and we did a lot of collective improvising, which is something we’ve never done before. From those sessions we extracted certain things we liked, and then the songs grew from there.

What sparked the adoption of keyboards?

Nick brought a keyboard into the writing sessions, and it just worked. Over the years we’ve gotten to know each other so well that we have to keep plotting new ways to push ourselves into unfamiliar territory. Putting a limitation on Nick to move away from guitar and work with synths forced us to be more creative.

What did Dave Sitek’s production bring to the record?

We only spent about three days with him, but they were crucial days. He has a fearless, throw-caution-to-the-wind approach to production. He was there to revolutionise what we were doing in terms of the electronics and the overall aesthetic and sound. There’s a cool dryness to the record; the drums and guitars are more contained, less bombastic. That definitely has to do with him.

Are the brass sounds a TV On The Radio influence?

Totally. We’re going to bring extra musicians on tour to play that stuff live. Karen should bust out the saxophone, though… that would be great.

APRIL LONG

For more album reviews, click here for the 3000 reviews strong UNCUT music archive

Tony Manero

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TONY MANERO Directed by Pablo Larrain Starring Alfredo Castro, Amparo Noguera, Paola Lattus *** Tony Manero takes place in the crumbling backstreets of Santiago in 1978, at the height of Pinochet’s murderous dictatorship. Co-writer Alfredo Castro plays Raúl, a seedy fifty-ish peacock who drea...

TONY MANERO

Directed by Pablo Larrain

Starring Alfredo Castro, Amparo Noguera, Paola Lattus

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Tony Manero takes place in the crumbling backstreets of Santiago in 1978, at the height of Pinochet’s murderous dictatorship. Co-writer Alfredo Castro plays Raúl, a seedy fifty-ish peacock who dreams of escaping his wretched existence by impersonating John Travolta’s Saturday Night Fever hero on a low-rent TV talent show. To realise this goal he is prepared to betray, batter and even kill his friends and lovers.

Mostly shot on shaky hand-held cameras in dingy back rooms, Tony Manero creates a purgatorial Chile, with police death squads lurking on every street corner. But Larrain never strains for obvious political allegory –sure, Raúl’s obsession with the big Hollywood import of the era serves as a metaphor for US cultural imperialism, but works just as well as an illustration of his impoverished imagination and midlife sexual anxiety. A highly original portrait of a sociopath in a corrupt, festering, morally bankrupt society, this bleakly funny psycho-horror movie makes for clammy, compulsive viewing.

STEPHEN DALTON

The Corner

Well, even David Simon and Ed Burns had to start somewhere. Notable mainly for featuring a number of what we might call the “good guys” from The Wire, playing “street” roles, The Corner is a miniseries with some familiar components – Baltimore, heroin – but with a far smaller field of vision. Part of the fault of this rests in the documentary-style framing of the show, but while there are some good performances, this is a piece which is at pains to tell you how authentic it is, while only seldom showing you. EXTRAS: None. JOHN ROBINSON

Well, even David Simon and Ed Burns had to start somewhere. Notable mainly for featuring a number of what we might call the “good guys” from The Wire, playing “street” roles, The Corner is a miniseries with some familiar components – Baltimore, heroin – but with a far smaller field of vision.

Part of the fault of this rests in the documentary-style framing of the show, but while there are some good performances, this is a piece which is at pains to tell you how authentic it is, while only seldom showing you.

EXTRAS: None.

JOHN ROBINSON

Friday trailer bonanza

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Well, maybe not quite a bonanza as such, but as we're now embedding videos at The View From Here, I thought it might be a neat idea to start running a regular round up of some of our favourite movie trailers. It might certainly help pass a few minutes while you're waiting to go to the pub. So, here's two of my recent favourites. I am, of course, basing my opinion solely on what's contained here in the trailer -- I can't vouch for what the finished films will be like. Public Enemies It's Johnny Depp and Christian Bale. In a Michael Mann film. What on earth would there be not to like..? Depp's the 1930s bank robber John Dillinger, Bale's Melvin Purves, the Fed sent to bring him in. Of course, the Dillinger story's been filmed several times before. Our favourite, inevitably, is the John Milius version from 1973, with Warren Oates as Dillinger and Ben Johnson as Purves. Interestingly, I saw a second trailer at a screening of State Of Play the other night; it seems to make more of the love story between Dillinger and Billie Frechette (Marion Cotillard) than this trailer -- which plays like a bit like a period version of Heat. [youtube]MnDWja8gPFw[/youtube] The Limits Of Control Pleased, I must say, that yesterday afternoon's Youtube trawl unearthed this, the trailer for the new Jim Jarmusch film. It's sort of difficult to know quite what the film's about (the dialogue is very oblique): it might be about a professional assassin, some of it's definitely set in Spain, Bill Murray looks good in a suit but I am less convinced, personally, by Tilda Swinton's wig. If, indeed, that is a wig. Anyway, I'm in the process of trying to find some more data about the film. I'm not even sure when it's out in the UK. Meantime, let me know what you think of the trailer. [youtube]uKXJzFCSOTg[/youtube] I also wanted to post the trailer for Bruno, the new Sasha Baron Cohen film. Unfortunately, it's a Red Band trailer, which means it's over 18s only. Accordingly, there's a number of physical processes you need to go through to view the trailer on Youtube -- entering your date of birth, stuff like that. Anyway, it's worth finding, and very funny. I'm really interested to know what trailers you might have seen and enjoyed recently. Drop me a note. Oh, and while I'm at it, don't forget: we're on Twitter!

Well, maybe not quite a bonanza as such, but as we’re now embedding videos at The View From Here, I thought it might be a neat idea to start running a regular round up of some of our favourite movie trailers. It might certainly help pass a few minutes while you’re waiting to go to the pub.

Uncut Arena headliners for Latitude are revealed!

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Spiritualized, The Gossip and Bat For Lashes have been announced to headline the UNCUT Arena at this year's Latitude Festival, which takes place from July 16 - 19, in the stunning location of Southwold in Suffolk. Natasha Khan aka Bat For Lashes returns to perform at the festival after a deliciou...

Spiritualized, The Gossip and Bat For Lashes have been announced to headline the UNCUT Arena at this year’s Latitude Festival, which takes place from July 16 – 19, in the stunning location of Southwold in Suffolk.