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City To City: Introducing Bad Touch

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As they gather round the corner table in Norwich’s Gonzo’s restaurant, it would be hard to mistake the exotic ensemble of big hair, bold hats, flouncy shirts and leather trousers sported by the various members of Bad Touch as belonging to anything other than a rock’n’roll band. “We have always wanted to be a feelgood rock band,” says lead singer Stevie Westwood. “You can be a sexy, moody rock band, or you can be a feelgood rock band. We are definitely the second.” 

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Formed in Norfolk by Westwood and guitarist Dan Seekings with bassist Michael Bailey, Bad Touch have recently taken on two new members – drummer Brad Newlands and guitarist Pete Lance. The band were inspired by a youthful love of hard rock acts like Guns N’ Roses and AC/DC, as well as the showmanship of local heroes The Darkness.

The new lineup hits the road in March for an eight-date tour with The Dust Coda, which will see Bad Touch headline shows in Newcastle, Nottingham, Glasgow and their home city of Norwich, as well as playing London’s O2 Academy Islington. The band will play tracks from the three albums they have released on Marshall, including Kiss The Sky, recorded at the legendary Rockfield studio, and their most recent record, Bittersweet Satisfaction, recorded at Marshall’s Milton Keynes studio.

Signing to Marshall felt like a homecoming for Bad Touch. After playing shows around Norwich and nearby Peterborough and Cambridge, Bad Touch entered Marshall’s Ultimate Band competition in 2013 and found themselves in the final five, which meant performing live in Milton Keynes in a showdown with their four rivals. Bad Touch won the event, which meant endorsement from Marshall and a spot on the Download festival lineup. The exposure gave Bad Touch a foothold outside the Anglia region and was followed by a UK tour supporting The Quireboys, where their thrilling live show brought them to the attention of a wider circuit of riff-hungry rock fans.

“The competition was a great way into the Marshall family and they have really taken care of us,” says Seekings. “Since then, I have only used Marshall amps. We stayed in touch and when they started the record company, they asked us to sign. It felt like we’d come full circle and we are part of the family. If I need to borrow something, they will always help. Last Christmas they sent us all Bluetooth speakers and headphones. I got this box at home and thought it was sent to me by mistake, but it was a Christmas present from the label.” 

Indeed, so close is the relationship between label and band that when Marshall wanted someone to test drive the new studio, they invited Bad Touch to Milton Keynes to record with producer Chis Sheldon, whose credits include Foo Fighters, Pixies and Therapy?.

Bad Touch recorded an upbeat version of Edwin Starr’s “25 Miles”, and their current live set includes an even more unlikely cover – Alanis Morissette’s “Hand In My Pocket”.  “People really don’t expect it,” says Seekings. “We started it almost as a joke, but we do it a bit like The Black Crowes and it’s become really popular.”

It’s a track that Westwood particularly enjoys performing as it feels like a special moment for fans – this isn’t a song they have committed to record, so the only way to hear it is by getting to the show. That reflects Bad Touch’s long-standing love of live performance, something that once saw them play 280 gigs in a single year. The group work hard at perfecting their live show and include drums solos, guitar solos and moments of audience interaction – all designed to deliver a memorable experience for fans.

Seekings highlights the importance of growing up with The Darkness as the local heroes. “They put on a great rock’n’roll show in a way that not many bands can do these days,” he says. “They play every gig like it’s Wembley Stadium and that’s what we aspire to. We work hard on the live act. We know we have written good songs, but we don’t just walk on and play them the way we recorded them, say goodbye and leave. We want people to come, to get involved and go home having had a great time.”

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City To City: Norwich
Bad Touch sing the praises of the city’s busy live scene

‘‘The thing about Norwich is that it’s about two hours from everywhere,” says Brad Newlands, Bad Touch’s new drummer and a resident of the West Midlands town of Cannock. But with three of the band still living in East Anglia, Norwich remains Bad Touch’s main base and Uncut meets the band in Gonzo’s, a funky burger restaurant where the walls are adorned with pop culture memorabilia. The band are delighted to see Die Hard is being silently played on a big screen, while Newlands taps along to the soundtrack of classic rock and indie. 

Gonzo’s is an ideal spot to talk about the virtues of Norwich as it is nextdoor to sister venue Voodoo Daddy’s, a basement space that hosts regular live shows for Norwich’s busy live scene. “There were three shows I could have gone to just this weekend,” says metal-loving bassist Michael Bailey, who is planning to see a local grindcore band that evening at one of the city’s clubs. 

Like most bands, Bad Touch started local. Their first shows were in their nearest pub, the Cherry Tree in Dereham, a town about 15 miles outside Norwich. The next step saw them join the Norwich live circuit with regular gigs at The Brickmakers and King Edward VII. The Brickmakers, which once hosted a young Ed Sheeran, remains a mainstay of the live scene having survived a rent raise through the support of locals, including Dave Rowntree of Blur, who was then on Norfolk County Council. However, the King Edward VII has closed – and Bad Touch were invited to play the closing night, a bittersweet occasion that allowed them to pay respects to a landmark. “It  had been crucial to our development,” says Stevie Westwood. “It was the first place where we could play loud, get paid and get better.”

Here Norwich’s relative isolation proved to be a benefit, as it gave Bad Touch a secure environment in which to develop their live show, while the infamous restraint of the Norwich audience encouraged them to work hard at building rapport with the crowd. The city’s location means that Norwich isn’t always on the touring circuit, despite the presence of the LCR at the University Of East Anglia, which holds 1,500 and has hosted acts from The Who to The Flaming Lips. Bad Touch have played LCR once, in support of a rapper. “It was a very strange show,” says Westwood. “I remember looking at the audience of 14-year-old girls looking up at us and having the worst time of their lives – but maybe one of them ended up forming a band.”

Another important venue is the Arts Centre, where Richey Edwards once carved “4 Real” into his arm after a gig by the Manic Street Preachers. It’s been a staple on the indie circuit for generations. “One of my favourite gigs was seeing Towers Of London at the Arts Centre when I was 15,” says Seekings. “It was rowdy and crazy and exciting. Norwich isn’t always on the circuit – some bands completely miss it out – so when a decent band comes through, it’s a big deal.” 

When Bad Touch did begin touring the country, Norwich’s location meant long hours in the tour van – which is the ideal time to listen to music through the band’s Marshall headphones or the Middleton Bluetooth speaker. Bad Touch have become so fond of Marshall gear that new guitarist Pete Lance is trying to persuade his wife to have some Marshall amps in the bedroom. “We could use a Marshall stack as a bedside table or a place to throw your clothes,” he grins. “It would look so cool.”

Eager to show off the charms of Norwich – a city that once had a pub for every day of the year and a church for every week – Bad Touch lead Uncut from Gonzo’s through the centre to St Benedict’s Street. This was once a music mecca and still has a couple of record shops and places selling guitars and drums. “When we were growing up, St Benedict’s Street was nothing but music stores and record shops,” says Seekings. “It was like the Denmark Street of Norwich. It had two Cash Converters and the big one only sold music gear.” As bassist Bailey notes, that is where he picked up his first guitar.

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Vinyl is still king at record shops like Soundclash, Circular Sound and Press To Play. The window of the latter is adorned with classic LPs including Sgt Pepper and Led Zeppelin II, covers eerily bleached as white as bone after decades of exposure to sunlight. Inside, the owner is celebrating the shop’s 27th anniversary that weekend, delighted to have seen vinyl come back into fashion since he opened the doors in 1997. As the band thumb through the racks, Seekings explains that nearby Soundclash played an important role in the local scene as it was where people went to buy gig tickets in pre-internet days.

The tour of Norwich takes in a couple of pubs and a church before ending at the Waterfront, a blue-fronted 700-capacity riverside venue that has hosted Paul Weller, Nirvana, Arctic Monkeys and Amy Winehouse. It’s a home venue for Bad Touch who will be headlining there in March during their UK tour with The Dust Coda. The band are looking forward to the show, as they rarely play their home city these days. “We aren’t really on the local scene as we are now a national band, so we can’t wait to play here in March,” says Seekings, delighted by Norwich’s still-thriving music scene. “No matter how it gets beaten down, live music never goes away.”

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Sun Ra Arkestra – Lights On A Satellite

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Alto saxophonist and bandleader Marshall Allen, member of avant-garde jazz ensemble Sun Ra Arkestra since 1957 and the group’s leader since 1995, turned 100 years old on May 25, 2024. Less than one month later, he entered the studio to record Lights On A Satellite with the full 24-member configuration. Pitched as a tribute to Allen and his remarkable tenure with the ensemble, the album is a fantastic ride along well-travelled spaceways, balancing Ra compositions with an eclectic mix of early 20th-century American music.

Alto saxophonist and bandleader Marshall Allen, member of avant-garde jazz ensemble Sun Ra Arkestra since 1957 and the group’s leader since 1995, turned 100 years old on May 25, 2024. Less than one month later, he entered the studio to record Lights On A Satellite with the full 24-member configuration. Pitched as a tribute to Allen and his remarkable tenure with the ensemble, the album is a fantastic ride along well-travelled spaceways, balancing Ra compositions with an eclectic mix of early 20th-century American music.

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The Arkestra was formed in the mid-1950s by pianist/keyboardist Sun Ra, who would make a name for himself as a seriously prolific composer, tightly disciplined bandleader, explorer of experimental music and philosophy, and pioneer of Afrofuturism. He claimed to be from Saturn and was equally captivated by ancient Egypt and the Space Age. Both of these elements were brought to life onstage, where the Arkestra dressed in elaborate, science fiction-esque costumes inspired by his fascinations. Ra led the Arkestra, an ensemble fluid in both name and lineup, until his death in 1993 and in the process carved a role as one of the most influential figures at the intersection of jazz, space and the experimental. Ra’s stature only grew after his passing, while the Arkestra continued on. It was first led by longtime Arkestra saxophonist John Gilmore, who died only two years after Ra. Next in succession came Allen, who continues to lead the group to this very day.

Allen’s background is a bit more down to Earth. He served in the 92nd Infantry Division during WWII and was stationed in France, where he remained after being honourably discharged. This gave him the opportunity to study music at a Paris conservatory, cutting his teeth playing throughout Europe for several years. When he finally returned to America, he first encountered the music of Sun Ra in a Chicago record store. The storeowner sold Allen one of Ra’s demos, then informed him that the musician was often around, regularly practising and always searching for new talent. Allen told The Guardian in early 2024, “We went up to the boiler room where Sun Ra was rehearsing. He was talking about outer space. I was saying: ‘What kind of band is this? I want to be in this band!’”

You might say it was all cosmic history from there. Allen joined the Arkestra and never left, honing the singularly expressive tone of his saxophone and frequently working as Ra’s right-hand man. His flexible style and irrepressible tone were perfectly suited to shift between modes, moods and possibly even dimensions. It’s dizzying to behold the vast Arkestra discography, but Ra is said to have recorded over 200 albums with the band – and that doesn’t even include anything recorded after his death.

Which brings us back to Lights On A Satellite, a welcome new recording from a maestro who has seen it all and then some. The titular track is a terrific way to open the set, a gentle piano melody in conversation with a tapestry of saxophones, carried along on the wave of a full-fledged orchestra. Stand-out solos abound throughout: James Stewart’s explosive tenor saxophone on “Reflects Motion”, Farid Barron’s limber piano on “Images”, Knoel Scott’s yearning baritone on Sun Ra staple “Tapestry From An Asteroid”. One of the few non-Ra compositions by another jazz musician is “Dorothy’s Dance”, written by one-time Arkestra trumpeter and fellow innovator Phil Cohran. The album even includes what could be considered the world premiere of Ra’s slowburn, swinging 1955 composition “Baby Won’t You Please Be Mine”, a piece unearthed by Allen in his estate six years ago but only recently added to the ensemble’s repertoire. The Arkestra breathes completely new life into “Holiday For Strings”, a classic American composition best known for its use as a mid-century variety show theme song. Their version swings but steers mostly clear of novelty territory, the original’s vague pleasance transformed into an exuberant fantasia studded with free jazz saxophone shrieks and an agile guitar solo.

Sun Ra’s power exists, in part, due to the polyphonic sweep of his influences, expertly bridging the swinging big band of his first life as Herman Blount with the far out, cosmic explorations of his second coming as Saturn’s son. That breadth is lovingly captured here, a fitting tribute to Allen’s own terrific musicianship, intuitive leadership of the band and continued stewardship of Ra’s music.

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The Last Poets – Africanism

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For more than 55 years, The Last Poets have been documenting a dystopian world. Formed in the cultural mayhem that followed Martin Luther King’s murder in 1968, they quickly became legendary for their incendiary verses – from “Wake Up Nigger” to “White Man’s Got A God Complex” – which are always cited as an early incarnation of hip-hop. They were filled with witty, shocking and provocative lines, but the presentation was often deliberately austere. If their early disciple Gil Scott Heron would leaven his political diatribes with some soothing baritone crooning, The Last Poets denied us such bourgeois deviation: not once did they even hint at singing, and for a long time the only instrumentation that backed them was stark sound of a conga or djembe drum.

For more than 55 years, The Last Poets have been documenting a dystopian world. Formed in the cultural mayhem that followed Martin Luther King’s murder in 1968, they quickly became legendary for their incendiary verses – from “Wake Up Nigger” to “White Man’s Got A God Complex” – which are always cited as an early incarnation of hip-hop. They were filled with witty, shocking and provocative lines, but the presentation was often deliberately austere. If their early disciple Gil Scott Heron would leaven his political diatribes with some soothing baritone crooning, The Last Poets denied us such bourgeois deviation: not once did they even hint at singing, and for a long time the only instrumentation that backed them was stark sound of a conga or djembe drum.

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It fitted the rather joyless ideological zone they often inhabited. On their most famous poem, “When The Revolution Comes”, they describe a utopia where “guns and rifles will take the place of poetry and essays”; where “women will be women and men will be men”; where “faggots won’t be so funny”; where you should “speak not of revolution until you are willing to eat rats to survive”. Rats, you say? Blimey. No wonder that the one segment from that track that everyone sampled was the despairing final line: “until then, niggers will party and bullshit and party and bullshit…” Partying and bullshitting certainly sounds preferable to eating rats.

When The Revolution Comes” is one of eight early poems revived on this album. But here, instead of spartan hand percussion, they’re now upholstered by a full Afrobeat band – assorted London jazz luminaries, assembled and directed by Nigerian bassist Kunle Justice – playing the kind of confrontational, politically charged funk associated with Fela Kuti. It’s a musical genre that fits them like a glove.

This isn’t the first time they’ve featured musical accompaniment. Often the settings have been suitably bleak, like the digi-funk backing that Bill Laswell provided for several of their LPs in the 1980s and 1990s, or the brittle dub that backed 2018’s Understand What Black. Sometimes they were cerebral, like the beatnik jazz of 1972’s Chastisement, or the free improv of 1973’s At Last. But, on Africanism, the backing builds organically on the drum rhythms that they traditionally use. “Two Little Boys”, a poem about the horrors of drug abuse, starts with just a conga drum before a full Afrobeat band seamlessly kicks in after 40 seconds. It’s like a shift from monochrome into vivid colour.

The backing was actually recorded remotely – original frontmen Abiodun Oyewole and Umar Bin Hassan recorded their parts in Brooklyn, while the musicians were in London, using drum tracks that had been laid down in a Lewisham studio in 2019 by Fela’s right-hand man Tony Allen, only a few months before he died in the early weeks of the Covid pandemic.

These poems are all more than 50 years old and some have a whiff of homophobia, sexism and antisemitism about them. There is something amusingly prudish about “Gashman”, which admonishes (black) men for preferring sex to revolution (“bitches with big afros and nice bodies turning would-be revolutionaries into gashmen”); while the unchanged lyrics to “Related To What” contain references to Diana Ross, Tom Jones, Roy Wilkins, Nat Turner and Richard Nixon that almost require historical footnotes.

But all these poems sound better than ever; the irony is that, as with so much of the hip-hop that The Last Poets paved the way for, the musical backing makes the grim lyrics sound quite inappropriately exciting. A version of the apocalyptic “This Is Madness”, all wah-wah guitars and ecstatic horn freakouts, is absolutely thrilling. “New York, New York”, which regards the Big Apple with a mix of awe and horror, sees the hypnotic Afro-jazz band provide a running sonic commentary on the lyrics, including a terrific sax solo from Courtney Pine

Oyewole and Bin Hassan have always said that their poems serve as an internal dialogue within a specific African-American community, and as such this can leave outsiders feel as if they are eavesdropping on a private argument. Does this matter? Maybe it does on the furiously funky version of “Niggers Are Scared Of Revolution”, a track that might have you grooving in your seat, hooting with shocked laughter, and possibly concerned that you shouldn’t be hearing it at all. It is as hilarious as it is disturbing and uncomfortable – the embodiment of The Last Poets at their best.

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The Band’s Garth Hudson has died, aged 87

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Garth Hudson, the last surviving original member of The Band, has died aged 87.

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According to the Toronto Star, Hudson “passed away peacefully in his sleep this morning at a nursing home in Woodstock, New York”.

Born in Windsor, Ontario, Hudson co-founded The Band in the mid-’60s, having previously played with Robbie Robertson, Rick Danko, Richard Manuel and Levon Helm in The Hawks.

Although he was best-known for playing the Lowrey organ, Hudson also played accordion, saxophone and range of other instruments.

Hudson played on all 10 of The Band’s studio albums, their two albums with Bob Dylan (The Basement Tapes and Planet Waves) and their live albums, including Rock Of Ages and The Last Waltz.

Speaking in this month’s Uncut, Benmont Tench of Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers said, “I’m always trying to capture the magic of Garth’s Lowrey organ on my own Hammond… There’s a purity to [The Band’s] art, their vision, and you can’t overestimate the influence they’ve had on others.”

Hudson also enjoyed a successful career outside The Band. His debut solo album The Sea To The North was released in 2001 and he released two albums as a member of Flying Burrito Brothers‘ spin-off, Burrito Deluxe with Sneaky Pete Kleinow: 2002’s Georgia Peach and 2004’s The Whole Enchilada.

In 2005, he formed his own 12-piece band, the Best!, with his wife, Maud. The Hudsons also released a piano-accordion-vocal album, Live At The Wolf, in 2005.

An in-demand session musician, Hudson also worked with Emmylou Harris, Van Morrison and Leonard Cohen and collaborated with many others, including Mercury Rev on their 1999 album, Deserter’s Songs.

In 2007, Garth and Maud appeared at the 100 Club in London – you can read Uncut‘s report from the night by clicking here.

He continued to work on solo albums by his former colleagues in The Band while, in 2010, he produced Garth Hudson Presents: A Canadian Celebration Of The Band, featuring Canadian artists covering songs that were recorded by the Band, including Neil Young, Cowboy Junkies, Mary Margaret O’Hara and Bruce Cockburn.

Hudson’s last public appearance was in April, 2023, when he performed Duke Ellington‘s “Sophisticated Lady” at a house concert in Kingston, New York.

City To City: Catching up with Therapy?

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In partnership with Marshall

As Andy Cairns stands outside the Limelight club in central Belfast, he recalls a Therapy? show at the venue many years before. Cairns had come straight from his day job at a tyre factory and was changing out of his work clothes in the car park opposite, when his car was surrounded by the RUC demanding to know what was going on. That was par for the course in Belfast during the Troubles, and although the city has changed a great deal over the past three decades, the Limelight is still standing and so are Therapy?.

That instinct for survival informed the name of Therapy?’s most recent album, Hard Cold Fire. Released by Marshall Records and recorded at the label’s studio in Milton Keynes, the title came from Belfast poet Louis MacNeice. “He talks about people from the north of Ireland having a ‘hard cold fire’,” says Cairns. “It’s a reference to the basalt that is indigenous to the terrain, but we thought it represented our longevity. Like Belfast, we have been resilient and determined and we have weathered with time.”

Therapy? were formed by Cairns and bassist Michael McKeegan in 1989. Drummer Neil Cooper joined in 2002, meaning even the new boy has more than two decades of Therapy? under his belt. Hard Cold Fire is a diverse album and the band have always straddled genres, combining rock, punk, metal and industrial noise since debut single “Meat Abstract”. By 1992, Therapy? were enjoying chart success with “Teethgrinder” and “Screamager”, building an audience that remains loyal to this day.

Speaking on a day off between concerts in Dublin and Belfast, Cairns says the band’s success has a lot to do with their early days, when Cairns and McKeegan were immersed in a DIY scene populated by idealistic kids who wanted to escape sectarian strife. “In music, religion didn’t matter,” says McKeegan, something that came as a relief in a town where everything could be examined to discern your background, from your choice of drink to your favoured taxi service. In a city at war with itself, Cairns and McKeegan had to work harder to make things work. 

“Music meant more to us,” says Cairns. “Bigger bands wouldn’t come to Belfast and the bands that did tended to be metal, punk and indie. I loved Stiff Little Fingers and The Undertones but I was open-minded. If there was a gig in town, I’d go whether it was Jesus And Mary Chain or Erasure. Finding places to practise wasn’t easy and we only had two record shops, so you had to put the hours in. That’s why we’ve never taken it for granted.”

Hard Cold Fire is Therapy?’s best-selling record since the late 1990s. It followed 2020’s Greatest Hits (The Abbey Road Session), another Marshall album that saw Therapy? refresh some of their biggest numbers for a new audience. “We decided to record our 12 Top 40 hits at Abbey Road in one day,” says Cairns. “Some of these versions are much better than the originals, like ‘Opal Mantra’, which came out very quickly on the back of ‘Screamager’. Now it has more heft and sounds a bit like Killing Joke.”

Therapy? have already been with Marshall for almost a decade. Cairns has seen labels come and go, so speaks from a position of authority when he praises the relationship he has with the label. It’s a company that ticks important boxes and which, like Therapy?, has earned a reputation for endurance.

“I am a sucker for things that work, whether it’s the amps or the Marshall Bluetooth speakers and earbuds,” he says, admitting that he does most of music listening at home through a Marshall Middleton speaker. “I don’t like paying the earth for something that doesn’t work. I will play a Marshall amp in a different way to somebody in a hard rock or a classic rock band but I know the Marshall can do that for me. Since we signed for Marshall records, we’ve seen attendances improve and we have made better records. We made the last one at the Marshall studio, which has the classic Neve console. That record sold well because it has all the elements that Therapy? do best – propulsive basslines, compelling drums, catchy riffs and lyrics that look good on the back of a T-shirt. Over the years the attention can wander, but right now we are very focused.”

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City To City: Belfast

Andy Cairns reveals the Belfast venues that have fostered the city’s music scene

Few cities in the UK have changed as much as Belfast in the past 30 years, but Andy Cairns knows that that’s a good thing. It’s why he wants to meet at the Oh Yeah music centre, which only opened in 2007 and is a symbol of Belfast’s bright future. “What I love about Oh Yeah is that it’s a sign of hope for Northern Ireland,” he says. “This place is so important for young bands. When Michael and I were growing up, we never had anything like this. Other than Good Vibrations record shop, there was nothing to help us get started.”

Oh Yeah does the lot. Located in the charismatic Cathedral Quarter, there’s a venue space, a rehearsal room and a studio, plus offices for music-related business. Oh Yeah run outreach programmes for young musicians while downstairs there’s a small record shop and cabinets crammed with flyers, records and posters covering the history of Northern Ireland music – Therapy? included. 

Aside from donating paraphernalia, the band have performed acoustic shows at Oh Yeah, and occasionally use the rehearsal space and studio. Every year, Oh Yeah organises the NI Music Prize, and in 2014 the Legends award went to Therapy?. The ceremony takes place at Ulster Hall, arguably Belfast’s most prestigious music venue and the scene of Cairns’s first proper gig as a teenage punk. “Siouxsie And The Banshees on September 5 1979,” he says. “I was 13 and I was wearing a Dennis The Menace punk jumper my mum knitted. We were the youngest people there, and I went from elated to terrified. Everybody was older and cooler than us. But the moment the band came on, everything melted. I was buzzing for weeks.”

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This experience convinced Cairns he wanted to become a musician. He attended more gigs at Ulster Hall and Crescent Art Centre, joining a punk community that transcended religious barriers. The scene centred round Caroline Records on Ann Street and the legendary Good Vibrations record shop on Great Victoria Street, where Cairns and his friends could learn about music. Good Vibrations released records by local bands like The Undertones, The Outcasts and Rudi, all of whom Cairns loved – he describes Therapy? as updating the classing Northern Ireland punk sound for the 1990s. From the roof of Oh Yeah he points out graffiti on the site of old punk venue The Harp. It reads “The Undertones… are shit”, a reference to a photo from the back of the band’s first single.

That’s very Belfast. The music history is there, but you need to know where to look. Were it not for a small plaque, you could walk past a blank wall on College Square North and never realise it was the location of the Maritime Hotel, where Van Morrison brought R&B to Belfast with Them.

With that in mind, Cairns heads for Limelight, the rock club where Therapy? played some of their earliest shows. Here is more Undertones graffiti, plus an entire wall of Marshall amps above the bar. That reminds Carins of one of the advantages of being signed to Marshall – access to the factory next to the studio, something that is very handy for a guitarist who has been using Marshall amps since 1992. The company even made four custom amps for the recent tour. “They play really well,” he says of the amps. “The minute I plug in my Gibson SG, it sounds exactly how I want. And I can go anywhere in the world and know somebody will be able to supply a Marshall amp that will sound exactly like I need it to.”

Back in the late 1980s, Therapy? were still playing their hometown for free beer and an education. “Limelight was our first big thing,” says Cairns. “When the band started there wasn’t anywhere to play. There was one rock bar and they liked our music but because we didn’t have long hair they wouldn’t let us perform. Then the Limelight opened. We started in the Saturday afternoon 2-5 slot. There was a club night on Thursday and we’d bring along Tad and Mudhoney seven-inches for the DJ to play and the dancefloor would clear.” 

From Limelight, it’s a short walk to the Ulster Hall, a venue that Therapy? have headlined numerous times, including a memorable night in 2009 when they were photographed backstage with Northern Ireland peers Ash, Divine Comedy and Snow Patrol, all of whom had enjoyed success despite growing up in a divided city. Every visit to Ulster Hall has significance for Cairns. “When I went to a gig at Ulster Hall I liked to be in the same spot right at the front,” he says. “When we played Ulster Hall for the first time in 1992, I realised that somebody would be standing in the same place with their heart racing feeling exactly the same way I used to when I was waiting for the band to come out.”

It’s that personal connection that ensures Therapy?’s shows at Ulster Hall are always special – their gig in November sold out in days. When Therapy? toured in the 1990s, the nervous support act would invariably come to Cairns and ask for advice on where to go in Belfast to avoid trouble. That doesn’t happen anymore, and that’s why Cairns doesn’t mind when he looks across the road from Ulster Hall and sees another new tower block raising above the streets. “There are a lot of new buildings here, but that’s great,” he says. “I don’t live in the past. I see all the change as a symbol of Belfast’s future.”

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Hear neil young and the chrome hearts’ debut single, “big change”

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Neil Young has today unveiled the first single by his new band neil young and the chrome hearts, entitled “big change” (the accompanying press releases insists that “the band name and track title are in lower case”).

Joining Neil Young in the chrome hearts are Spooner Oldham (Farfisa organ), Micah Nelson (guitar), Corey McCormick (bass) and Anthony LoGerfo (drums). The single has been co-produced by Young and Lou Adler. Hear it below:

According to John Hanlon, Young’s long-term mixing engineer, “big change” is “in-your-face loud irreverent rock’n’roll paint splatter on the canvas in the vein of a Jackson Pollock painting.”

No chrome hearts album or tour dates have been announced as yet, although the press releases also states that, “Once again, Neil Young is looking at all aspects of life in 2025, and working to find the way forward. Big changes are ahead. Go with him.”

Tributes paid to David Lynch

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The film director David Lynch has died aged 78. The creator of films including Eraserhead, Blue Velvet, Wild At Heart and Mulholland Drive and, with Mark Frost, the TV series Twin Peaks, had recently revealed an emphysema diagnosis.

The film director David Lynch has died aged 78. The creator of films including Eraserhead, Blue Velvet, Wild At Heart and Mulholland Drive and, with Mark Frost, the TV series Twin Peaks, had recently revealed an emphysema diagnosis.

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Lynch’s fellow filmmakers have paid fulsome tribute. In a statement, Steven Spielberg wrote:

“I loved David’s films. ‘Blue Velvet,’ ‘Mulholland Drive’ and ‘Elephant Man’ defined him as a singular, visionary dreamer who directed films that felt handmade… The world is going to miss such an original and unique voice. His films have already stood the test of time and they always will.” 

David Lynch at his studio, 2002.

On Twitter/X, Ron Howard wrote:

#RIPDavidLynch, a gracious man and fearless artist who followed his heart & soul and proved that radical experimentation could yield unforgettable cinema.

Meanwhile, Nicolas Cage, who starred in Wild At Heart, told Deadline that he was “a singular genius in cinema, one of the greatest artists of this or any time.”. He continued: “He was brave, brilliant, and a maverick with a joyful sense of humor. I never had more fun on a film set than working with David Lynch. He will always be solid gold.”

Kyle MacLachlan – star of Blue Velvet, Dune and Twin Peaks, wrote on Instagram:

“David was in tune with the universe and his own imagination on a level that seemed to be the best version of human. He was not interested in answers because he understood that questions are the drive that make us who we are. They are our breath.
 
“While the world has lost a remarkable artist, I’ve lost a dear friend who imagined a future for me and allowed me to travel in worlds I could never have conceived on my own.”

David Lynch: Film By Film

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From Uncut’s May 2007 issue (Take 120). We spoke to David Lynch for our Film By Film feature, covering his classic movies from Eraserhead and Wild At Heart through Twin Peaks on TV and his late classics, including Mulholland Dive. “They say that films are like children,” he told Stephen Troussé. “And I love all of my children, except for one child named Dune.”

Does the director of Wild At Heart and Blue Velvet look back over the past three decades and see a pattern to his career? “It’s weird, I see it as a year to make a film, a year in between films. Something like that,” he chuckles. “So I’m surprised when people ask my age, because I feel I’m much younger. They say that films are like children. And I love all of my children, except for one child named Dune.” Here he is, then, one of cinema’s true greats…

ERASERHEAD

Lynch’s first feature, shot over a period of five years, was he said, “My Philadelphia Story”. An instant hit on the midnight movie circuit, it marked the beginning of long working relationships with Jack Nance and Catherine Couslon.

LYNCH: I kept running out of money to make the film. I eventually took a paper route, delivering The Wall Street Journal. I loved that route! Philadelphia… is my greatest influence. Eraserhead really grew out of that experience. I have three children and they’ve watched it for sure! I don’t know how they feel. You’d have to ask them!

I asked a theatre director friend to recommend someone to play Henry, and he recommended two people. I only ever met Jack Nance. You see, Henry had to have that hair. And what was very fortunate – and meant to be – was that Jack had a particular type of hair that could be teased and held. It was perfect.

The midnight slot put Eraserhead on marquees of theatres for up to four years. It was so important for Eraserhead to find that home and that’s where Mel Brooks saw it. I heard he was going to see it and determine whether I was going to direct The Elephant Man based on that screening. And I said, “Well, it was nice knowing you guys, but it’s over.” But on the contrary, Mel, bless his heart, loved it. Mel is a very special human being. There’s a lot of very special human beings in Hollywood… and some not-so-special human beings, too.

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Introducing…The Ultimate Music Guide: The Police

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We already know their ubiquitous singles, and their world-beating albums. As you’ll discover in this new magazine, in addition to their artistic achievements, The Police must also have been the world’s most self-aware band. 

As they freely confess in the classic interviews we’ve picked from the archive for you here, this wasn’t a band to keep their cards close to their chest or their motivations to themselves. Forming to take advantage of punk. Ditching their original guitarist when he couldn’t keep up. Frankly discussing the economics of the trio format. 

For all their unanimity of image – three good-looking blonde lads, a strong Breton shirt/suit jacket game – very quickly, their distinct characters emerge in print. Stewart Copeland, a garrulous American whose glib and cynical wit is clearly a gift to anyone holding a tape recorder. Andy Summers, a laconic older statesman whose wisdom encourages him to keep his own counsel, wryly teasing those he meets. And then there’s Sting, who has simply never encountered a moment’s self-doubt about his ability to do anything. 

Interestingly, this miraculously doesn’t make him obnoxious. Instead, Sting maintains a refreshing candour. Yes, he is ambitious. Yes, he wants to make the most of his opportunities. Yes, he wants to make a great deal of money. No, his working class roots do not make him feel uncomfortable in a big house in Hampstead.

The music which has brought him there is among the most commercially successful of its era, and on the following pages we have reviewed each of the albums in depth to follow its development. They would make bigger albums with more instantly-recognisable hit singles, but it’s hard to argue that it ever got better than the second album Reggatta de Blanc. The title punned on their white reggae mode, but on the record they extended far beyond that joky remit – the guitar playing of Andy Summers taking songs like “Bring On The Night” off in an unexpected and even vaguely psychedelic direction.  

When Melody Maker’s Allan Jones meets the band at about this point in 1979, he finds Sting characteristically self-possessed, a new kind of rock star ready for a new level of success that his music will bring.

“I don’t take drugs. I don’t even smoke dope,” he tells Allan. “I don’t mean to sound boring but I don’t have any habits that vast amounts of money will exaggerate. 

“I know I’m arrogant,” he continues. “But it’s largely a professional arrogance. It’s a useful tool for me. If I wasn’t arrogant, I wouldn’t be as successful as I am.”

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Julian Cope – Friar Tuck

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Rocking out in the margins, Julian Cope has been on a roll in recent years. 2020’s Self Civil War was his finest record in 25 years, and 2022’s England Expectorates was almost as good (bonus points for the melodic nail-bomb of “Cunts Can Fuck Off”). Then came last year’s Robin Hood, without Cope’s name on the packaging, and now Friar Tuck, also mysteriously cloaked. It appears, as all his music has since 1997’s Rite 2, on Cope’s own Head Heritage label (a vinyl edition is on its way too, his first since 2017’s Drunken Songs): that means home recordings and low production values on one hand, but direct and fluid expression on the other. Basically, he’s free to do what he wants, with all the good and bad that entails.

Rocking out in the margins, Julian Cope has been on a roll in recent years. 2020’s Self Civil War was his finest record in 25 years, and 2022’s England Expectorates was almost as good (bonus points for the melodic nail-bomb of “Cunts Can Fuck Off”). Then came last year’s Robin Hood, without Cope’s name on the packaging, and now Friar Tuck, also mysteriously cloaked. It appears, as all his music has since 1997’s Rite 2, on Cope’s own Head Heritage label (a vinyl edition is on its way too, his first since 2017’s Drunken Songs): that means home recordings and low production values on one hand, but direct and fluid expression on the other. Basically, he’s free to do what he wants, with all the good and bad that entails.

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Mostly, on Friar Tuck, that leads to an exhilarating 40 minutes. It doesn’t have the madcap range of 1991’s Peggy Suicide or the following year’s Jehovahkill, records on which Cope explored the rough and ready, first-take ethos he’d discovered on 1989’s Skellington and 1990’s Droolian, but these 12 songs are brimming with a breezy vitality that’s not always been present on Cope’s epic releases over the last couple of decades.

If you’ve heard any of those, you know in part what this record sounds like: distorted wah-wah guitars, DI’d electro-acoustic guitars, drum machines and Mellotrons armed with the very tapes used on Tangerine Dream’s Atem. And yet Friar Tuck also reaches out sonically to synth-string funk on “In Spungent Mansions”, chiming, Smiths-esque melancholy on “1066 & All That” and slow-burning drone-rock on the seven-and-a-half-minute “Me And The Jews”.

The Dogshow Must Go On” is the earworm here, a sub-two-minute garage charmer that moves from a krautrock Stooges groove (reminiscent of 1995’s “Queen/Mother”) to the kind of post-punk Cope pursued on his own solo debut, World Shut Your Mouth, 40 years ago. In stupendous and hilarious Cope-ian fashion it references Crufts, the Gurteen Stones, Jesus Christ and “a new people critical of canine love”, but the overall meaning remains thrillingly slippery: is this a rallying pro-dog message from someone who’s owned miniature schnauzers named Smelvin and Iggy Pup? Or is that missing the point entirely? Cope similarly makes no attempt at accessibility on the closing miniature, “Will Sergeant’s Blues”, where he’s surely taking the piss out of Ian McCulloch’s vocal style, even as he sings about Eeyore selling off Thousand Acre Wood for fracking.

Elsewhere, Cope’s drift is clearer when he looks back from the vantage point of his late sixties. “I didn’t think I’d get to live this long,” he croons on “Done Myself A Mischief”, “I’ve been so many people/And I’ve been just one.” “In Spungent Mansions” takes a look at his Liverpool punk pal Pete Burns, who he always remained fond of: “Exquisite and otherly/And each one on the dole… And I had scabies…” On the organ-driven motorik of “Four Jehovahs In A Volvo Estate” he zooms into a moment from his childhood, when a friend’s religious family moved away, ruining Cope’s Subbuteo championship. “Now I’m stuck trashing my preteen little brother,” he laments. “I hope Jehovah finds your house and causes degradation…”

Yet what of Robin Hood and Friar Tuck? What about this myth has so intrigued Cope, a man usually interested in the more rock-solid monuments of prehistory? “It’s a secret,” he tells Uncut, and clues are few and far between here. “R In The Hood”, like “Eve’s Volcano (Covered In Sin)” put through a dub echo chamber, talks of “peace” in contradictory terms before concluding “everybody wants a peace of the action”. Inside the booklet there’s a map suggesting Tuck came from the north of Scotland, journeyed to Sherwood Forest and ended up heading to the Crusades via “the Jewish Port of Mara Zion” in Cornwall.

Perhaps Cope identifies with the Merry Men’s anti-authoritarian views, as echoed in a poem, “Flibberty Gibbet On The Jibbet”, in the album’s booklet, where he seems to call for the hanging of Liz Truss (then again, Truss would no doubt agree with Hood’s libertarian drive against taxation). Whatever Cope’s motivations, just head to the poem’s opening lines and luxuriate in his continuing garbled genius: after all, no-one else is going to rhyme “Keir Starmer” with “Martin Bramah”.

Q&A

JULIAN COPE

Three albums in three years… are you on a bit of a creative roll?

No, I’m working at a speed that is very comfortable to me. But I am somewhat reborn, yes. These past 30 years, I’ve felt an obligation to make art that is Useful.

“Four Jehovahs In A Volvo Estate” – is this a recollection from your childhood?

Duncan Gray, poor kid. We’re right in the middle of the season and he has to move to the Orkneys because his knobhead parents believe bullshit. Funnily enough, their Volvo estate had screamed stability until they sodded off.

What has specifically inspired the album, musically?

I just try to replicate sonically the current state of my Melted Plastic Brain. So I like Novelty a lot and I live in a world of Intense Melody. So I like to deliver my vocal messages over a heady brew of crusty Brechtian garage rock – wah-guitars, marching drums and two Mellotron 400s filled with tape frames from Tangerine Dream’s 1973 epic Atem. Proper musical necromancy. Three sounds per frame with handwritten descriptions, too. Even have the rare black cases for all three. On Robin Hood, I alluded to them when I played the “Atem” theme during “An Oral History Of Blowjobs”.

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Brothers On The Clyde

Teenage Fanclub’s Norman Blake is awaiting a delivery of logs to his cottage in the Clyde Valley when Uncut catches up with him. “There’s no gas supply here,” he says. “Last year I had storage heaters, and they were really, really expensive. Hence the logs.” On the upside, Blake’s move to the countryside a year ago has yielded an album of glorious autumnal songwriting in collaboration with Love And Money frontman James Grant and former Suede guitarist Bernard Butler. “Norman’s place is really lovely,” says Butler. “Every time I go there it’s just a peaceful few days.”

Teenage Fanclub’s Norman Blake is awaiting a delivery of logs to his cottage in the Clyde Valley when Uncut catches up with him. “There’s no gas supply here,” he says. “Last year I had storage heaters, and they were really, really expensive. Hence the logs.” On the upside, Blake’s move to the countryside a year ago has yielded an album of glorious autumnal songwriting in collaboration with Love And Money frontman James Grant and former Suede guitarist Bernard Butler. “Norman’s place is really lovely,” says Butler. “Every time I go there it’s just a peaceful few days.”

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Now settled under the moniker Butler, Blake & Grant – “I think I’d like to be Steven Stills,” jokes Grant – the group have done everything in the wrong order. They went on tour before they had any new songs, after being thrown together for their initial shows by Creeping Bent label boss Douglas MacIntyre, who also curates live events in Scotland under the Frets banner. “Me and James had tentatively talked about doing something together,” says Blake. “And I’ve known Bernard from way back.”

Bandwagonesque was my courting record with my wife,” reveals Butler. “We’ve always kept in touch with Norman. James I didn’t know until recently, but I knew what a fantastic songwriter he was.”

The live shows were a success, but the album arrived almost by accident after Blake invited Butler and Grant to his cottage. “We didn’t plan to record it,” says Butler. “We were just sitting in Norman’s living room in front of the fire. There’s a couple of sofas and we were facing each other. James had a song. Norman wrote and finished something really quickly, and then I wrote something. As the first song came out, I said to Norman, ‘Have you got any gear? You know, recording equipment?’ He appeared with some mics and a computer and we set it up on the table. We weren’t really listening back to anything. We just thought, ‘We’ll record everything that happens.’” 

“We all had fragments,” adds Blake. “I have loads of little fragments on my phone. A lot of these ideas wouldn’t work for the Fanclub, so it’s a great opportunity to be creative.”

“Some of the songs were written and recorded four hours later,” enthuses Grant. “For me, working like that was brilliant. It’s the antithesis of what my records have been about. It was like, ‘Yeah, sounds good. Let’s move on.’”

The cosy, collaborative fireside ethos might suggest Butler Blake & Grant have made a folk record, but Butler urges caution. “It’s not really about woolly jumpers and acoustic guitars. I’m not influenced by the type of songwriting, the style or format, I’m influenced by the fact that Norman and James are brilliant. They’re so talented and clever.”

On the other hand, “James has played with Capercaillie,” says Blake. “I’ve played with [fiddler] John McCusker a few times. And Bernard has his association with Bert Jansch. If you take all of our interests in music and the fact that it’s an acoustic record, it’s in the folk area.” “It’s definitely a 1970s-type sketch,” decides Grant. “There’s a track called ‘Bring An End’ – Bernard played a solo and he was like, ‘I think I’ve gone a bit Brian May here.’ There’s fuck all wrong with that! When you’re working with Norman and Bernard, it’s like having Ray Davies and David Gilmour in your band. They just do things that you like.”

Butler, Blake & Grant is released by 355 Records on March 28

Terry Riley – Shri Camel

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For a while there, across the late 1960s and the decade of the 1970s, Terry Riley became the friendly face of contemporary minimal composition. There he was, grinning amiably, superimposed over trees and sky on the cover of his best-known album, 1969’s A Rainbow In Curved Air, a countercultural goofball maverick with chops to spare, his music both spiraling in its hypnotic power, and remarkably easy to get on with. He crops up again in all kinds of contexts – an album with the Velvet Underground’s John Cale, who he also replaced in La Monte Young and Marian Zazeela’s ’60s drone-dream collective, the Theatre of Eternal Music; collaborations with free jazz legend Don Cherry; an inspiration for The Who’s “Baba O’Riley”; myriad versions of his masterpiece of cellular composition, In C.

For a while there, across the late 1960s and the decade of the 1970s, Terry Riley became the friendly face of contemporary minimal composition. There he was, grinning amiably, superimposed over trees and sky on the cover of his best-known album, 1969’s A Rainbow In Curved Air, a countercultural goofball maverick with chops to spare, his music both spiraling in its hypnotic power, and remarkably easy to get on with. He crops up again in all kinds of contexts – an album with the Velvet Underground’s John Cale, who he also replaced in La Monte Young and Marian Zazeela’s ’60s drone-dream collective, the Theatre of Eternal Music; collaborations with free jazz legend Don Cherry; an inspiration for The Who’s “Baba O’Riley”; myriad versions of his masterpiece of cellular composition, In C.

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While contemporaries like Philip Glass and Steve Reich became more conservative as the years passed (Glass’s work started to echo the likes of Bartok), and Riley’s one-time colleague La Monte Young devoted his time to willed semi-obscurity, a relative disappearance in line with Young’s demands for cultural and financial recognition, Riley seemed to simply, well, get on with it. Perhaps the ace in his hand was his preternatural capacity for the little cells of melody that bob to the surface in most of his music; it’s charming stuff on the surface, as this first vinyl reissue of 1980’s Shri Camel makes plain, but with much depth, both musical and extra-musical.

Shri Camel summed up a body of work and a process of exploration for Riley. He began composing it in 1975 for Radio Bremen in West Germany and performed an early version of it there; the version documented on this album was recorded in 1978 in San Francisco, though it didn’t see release for several years. It was also his final album for the CBS Masterworks series, which chimes with a general decrease of interest in minimalism from major labels at around this point; artistically valid and gorgeous to listen to, the stuff just didn’t sell particularly well. It’s possible that Riley’s alignment with the stoned-out-of-our-gourds hippie consciousness of the late 1960s counterculture meant he was out of vogue at the time, too.

It all seems rather unfair, looking back, particularly given the rigour with which Riley approached his music. These weren’t the minimalist meanderings of a wasted chancer; Riley was a deeply in tune, widely studied composer-artist whose embrace of approaches like just intonation, the tuning of musical intervals such that they are ‘pure’, and not ‘equal temperament’ like Western tuning, meant the end result of his fiercely intelligent compositions was a cyclical, dizzying hall-of-mirrors where everything seemed to shiver and vibrate just outside of everyday consciousness. That hall-of-mirrors effect was amplified by Riley’s use of delay systems – for Shri Camel, he used a Yamaha organ modified with digital delay and tuned to just intonation.

That digital delay gifts Shri Camel its glissing slip-and-slide and its strange sense of sharp, attenuated dreaminess. You can hear it pretty much immediately, when the thin, reedy drone that underpins “Anthem Of The Trinity” has glittering arpeggios dancing across its wafer-like landscape, with Riley playing both his own melodies and patterns, and the various registers of the organ, off each other. If the drone is the bedrock of the composition, Riley’s organ playing, his extemporisations around a number of themes, gives Shri Camel not just its near-haptic sensuousness, but also its spirit of ascension, as though Riley’s pushing the listener through and beyond the clouds.

After all, Shri Camel is, in some ways, devotional music. By the time of its composition, Riley had already spent a number of years as a formal disciple of the Indian classical singer, Pandit Pran Nath, who trained and performed in the Hindustani ‘Kirana Gharana’ music apprenticeship tradition, a particularly rich and lyrical style: Pran Nath’s was an especially pared-back, slow, ascetic take on this tradition, which can be heard in the paced movements of some of Riley’s compositions, and the work of Young and Zazeela, as well. Riley’s fondness for Nath was simply expressed: he called Nath “the greatest musician I have ever heard.”

It is, perhaps, Nath’s precision that is so important to the music Riley makes on albums like Shri Camel. Even though there are playful moments on this album – the luxuriant, blissful trilling of “Celestial Valley”, for example, where the organ-and-delay sound both like pattering rain and a storm of hail, somehow at the same time – there’s an attention to detail here, particularly to the detail of tone, that’s clearly drawn from Riley’s lessons with Nath, and broader still, his knowledge and embrace of Indian classical music. Shri Camel emerges from a period in Riley’s life where he was deeply invested in the Indian classical tradition, turning his attention to just intonation and the deceptive simplicity of delay and repetition to make music that has a rich, resonant core, a sense of deep play, and a bravura mash of minimalism and improvisation.

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House music

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“At the time, I thought no one would listen to it,” says Haruomi Hosono of his fabled 1973 album Hosono House. In some ways, he was right: Hosono’s whimsical interpretation of Americana, loosely based on The Band’s Music From Big Pink, hardly made him a household name in Japan. That would come later in the ’70s after a run of eclectic solo albums and success as part of Yellow Magic Orchestra with Ryuichi Sakamoto and Yukihiro Takahashi.

“At the time, I thought no one would listen to it,” says Haruomi Hosono of his fabled 1973 album Hosono House. In some ways, he was right: Hosono’s whimsical interpretation of Americana, loosely based on The Band’s Music From Big Pink, hardly made him a household name in Japan. That would come later in the ’70s after a run of eclectic solo albums and success as part of Yellow Magic Orchestra with Ryuichi Sakamoto and Yukihiro Takahashi.

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But Hosono House – his solo debut following stints in the bands Apryl Fool and Happy End – set out his freewheeling approach to songwriting, taking in country-rock, calypso and funk. It has since become cherished by generations of Western musicians, who see Hosono as a visionary spirit for his unorthodox, light-hearted way of going about things. Only recently, Harry Styles named his 2022 album Harry’s House after encountering Hosono House in Japan.

“I was just influenced by new music from places like the UK and the US and was groping my way through it, so I didn’t have a strong sense of certainty,” says Hosono, who recorded the album in a house in Sayama, outside Tokyo, with different gear set up in each room. “In the 1970s, foreign countries felt far away, and I lived in a peaceful island nation. I was deeply immersed in movements like hippie culture and psychedelia and influenced by that music, and I practised ‘back to the country’ by leaving Tokyo.”

Now, arriving a year after the album’s 50th anniversary, comes Hosono House Revisited, an all-star tribute assembled by the Stones Throw label that features the likes of Mac DeMarco, Sam Gendel, John Carroll Kirby and Cornelius covering their favourite Hosono House tracks.

“Hosono and his music have been one of the only unwavering influences since I started putting out records – it’s hard to quantify how much his music means to me,” says super-fan Mac DeMarco, whose strip-backed version of “Boko Wa Chotto” is reassuringly faithful. “The song has this bittersweetness to it that I gravitate towards, maybe a bit of hopefulness too.”

DeMarco has met Hosono a few times and once sung “Honey Moon”, from 1975’s Tropical Dandy, with him onstage. LA-based pianist and producer John Carroll Kirby has also hung out with Hosono. “He’s a gentle, humble person who seems to not relish the ‘GOAT’ status he’s achieved,” says Kirby. “What I admire most about him is his sense of melody, his use of synthesisers, his sense of humour and his prolific output. When I look at his catalogue, I get the sense that his work is like a journal of where he’s at in life at any given period. Approaching music in that way is liberating.”

Kirby’s raucous take on “Fuku Wa Uchi Oni Wa Soto” with the Mizuhura Sisters – one of whom, Kiko, is Kirby’s partner – is a highlight of Hosono House Revisited. “Kiko and her sister Yuka are both friends with Hosono and have a deep understanding of his catalogue, so I knew we could make something great to honour the spirit of Hosono.”

And what does Hosono think of this rebuilding of Hosono House? “The first one I received was Sam Gendel’s cover of “Koi Wa Momoiro” [“My Love is Peach-coloured”] and I was amazed when I heard it. He translated the lyrics faithfully into English, and his completely different interpretation was refreshing.” Now 77, Hosono says that he keeps abreast of the latest cultural developments by watching videos daily on YouTube. And he remains a keen observer of the world around him. “Every day, I write down my ideas and thoughts like a diary.” However, he appears in no hurry to turn these thoughts into a new album. “Lately, I’ve been feeling my age more and more,” he admits, “so I just make sure not to overdo anything.”

Hosono House Revisited is out now on Stones Throw

Edwyn Collins announces new album, Nation Shall Speak Unto Nation

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Edwyn Collins has announced details of his 10th solo album, Nation Shall Speak Unto Nation, which is released by AED Records on March 14.

Edwyn Collins has announced details of his 10th solo album, Nation Shall Speak Unto Nation, which is released by AED Records on March 14.

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You can watch the video for “Knowledge” below.

The 11-track album was recorded at Collins’ own Clashnarrow Studio in Helmsdale, North East Scotland and was co-produced by Collins with Sean Read and Jake Hutton, who all play on the album.

Also featuring James Walbourne on guitar, William Collins on bass, Carwyn Ellis on guitar, Lena Wright and Bianca White on backing vocals and including two co-writes – “The Mountains Are My Home” with Ellis and “Strange Old World” with Collins.

The tracklisting is:

Knowledge
Paper Planes
The Heart Is A Foolish Little Thing
The Mountains Are My Home
Strange Old World
Nation Shall Speak Unto Nation
Sounds as A Pound
The Bridge Hotel
A Little Sign
It Must Be Real
Rhythm Is My Own World

You can pre-order the album here.

Hear Jason Isbell’s new track, “Bury Me”

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Jason Isbell has shared a new track, "Bury Me", which is taken from his first entirely solo acoustic album, Foxes In The Snow. You can hear "Bury Me" below.

Jason Isbell has shared a new track, “Bury Me“, which is taken from his first entirely solo acoustic album, Foxes In The Snow. You can hear “Bury Me” below.

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Foxes In The Snow is released March 7 on Southeastern Records. The album was recorded in New York City at Electric Lady Studios in October, 2024.

You can pre-order the album here.

The tracklisting for Foxes in the Snow is:

Bury Me

Ride to Roberts

Eileen

Gravelweed

Don’t Be Tough

Open and Close

Foxes in the Snow

Good While It Lasted

True Believer

Wind Behind the Rain

He is also due to play a handful of sold out solo shows, An Intimate Evening With Jason Isbell, including London’s Barbican on February 10.

Neil Young on Bob Dylan biopic, A Complete Unknown

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Neil Young has declared that he is a fan of the “great” new Bob Dylan biopic, A Complete Unknown.

Neil Young has declared that he is a fan of the “great” new Bob Dylan biopic, A Complete Unknown.

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Writing on his Archives site on Saturday, January 11, Young says, “I love Bob Dylan and his music. Always have. He’s a great artist. Once he was on my bus and I didn’t recognize him and threw him off but that’s another story. This movie is a great tribute to his life and music. I think if you love Bob’s music you should see this great movie. I loved it.”

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Dylan himself has already aired thoughts on the film, writing on Twitter/X on December 4 last year:

“There’s a movie about me opening soon called A Complete Unknown (what a title!). Timothee Chalamet is starring in the lead role. Timmy’s a brilliant actor so I’m sure he’s going to be completely believable as me. Or a younger me. Or some other me. The film’s taken from Elijah Wald’s Dylan Goes Electric – a book that came out in 2015. It’s a fantastic retelling of events from the early ‘60s that led up to the fiasco at Newport. After you’ve seen the movie read the book.”

A Complete Unknown opens in the UK on January 17.

Bruce Springsteen leads tributes to Sam Moore

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Sam Moore has died aged 89. As a duo with Dave Prater, Moore enjoyed hits including “Hold On! I’m Comin'” and “Soul Man”.

Sam Moore has died aged 89. As a duo with Dave Prater, Moore enjoyed hits including “Hold On! I’m Comin’” and “Soul Man”.

Bruce Springsteen described Moore as “one of America’s greatest soul voices.”

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Born in Miami, Moore performed in gospel quartets before meeting Prater in 1961. The pair signed to Atlantic Records in 1965, before moving to Stax Records under the auspices of songwriting/production team Isaac Hayes and David Porter.

At Stax, Sam & Dave’s run of hits included “You Don’t Know Like I Know”, “Hold On! I’m Comin’”, “You Got Me Hummin’”, “When Something Is Wrong With My Baby”, “Soul Man” and “I Thank You”.

When Sam & Dave broke up in 1970, Moore continued as a solo artist, occasionally reuniting with his former duo partner – notably on the back of the The Blues Brothers’ cover of “Soul Man” in 1979.

Prater died in 1988 and Moore’s career continued. He toured with fellow Stax labelmates Booker T & the M.G.’s, Carla Thomas and Eddie Floyd in 1990 and in 1992, he recorded several songs with Springsteen for the Human Touch album. Springsteen contributed to Moore’s 2006 solo album Overnight Sensational, while Moore also joined the musician for covers of “I Forgot to Be Your Lover” and “Soul Days” on Springsteen’s album Only The Strong Survive. 

Paying tribute to Moore, Springsteen wrote, “There simply isn’t another sound like Sam’s soulful tenor in American music. Having had the honour to work with Sam on several occasions, he was a sweet and funny man. He was filled with stories of the halcyon days of soul music, and to the end had that edge of deep authenticity in his voice I could only wonder at.

“We offer our prayers to his wife Joyce and thanks for the immortal recordings Sam left us. God bless.”

The Small Faces: All Or Nothing

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From Uncut's July 2011 issue (Take 170). We tell the story of the Mod legends and their complex, gifted front man Steve Marriott. From The Small Faces to Humble Pie, to his strange last days on the pub circuit, what was it that drove Marriott to self-destruct? "He was the most talented person I've ever known," recalls his Humble Pie bandmate, Peter Frampton, "but there was something in his psyche. Some huge problem."

From Uncut’s July 2011 issue (Take 170). We tell the story of the Mod legends and their complex, gifted front man Steve Marriott. From The Small Faces to Humble Pie, to his strange last days on the pub circuit, what was it that drove Marriott to self-destruct? “He was the most talented person I’ve ever known,” recalls his Humble Pie bandmate, Peter Frampton, “but there was something in his psyche. Some huge problem.”

“Nice”: that was their favourite word. And it’s true – musically, sartorially, psychedelically, The Small Faces were nice. But by the 1980s, they were a distant memory. Their singer Steve Marriott – the erstwhile Artful Dodger now more of an Arthur Daley – could usually be found in London boozers, playing gigs for cash, ducking and diving. While old rivals like Rod Stewart lived penthouse lifestyles, Marriott’s elevator was stuck in the basement. The oce immaculate Ace Face performed on stage in dungarees.

Then in 1991, came a chance to turn his life around. He was invited to LA to make an LP with Peter Frampton, his former Humble Pie bandmate. This unexpected reunion – it was the first time they’d recorded together since ’71 – was the 44-year-old Marriott’s chance to rejoin the major league. He stood to earn a small fortune in recording and publishing advances. It was an open goal: he couldn’t miss. Frampton was thrilled to help. “I was back with my idol,” he says. “It was my second chance to work with the greatest British singer of all time.” But Frampton, who’d heard stories about Marriott’s decline, laid down some ground rules. No alcohol in the studio. No going AWOL. Above all, no cocaine. Marriott agreed. Within days, he’d broken his promise. He was drunk, snorting coke, belligerent, demonic. Frampton stopped the sessions and sent Marriott back to England. He’d missed his open goal.

Flying home from LA, Marriott arrived jet-lagged at his cottage in Arkesden, Essex, in the early hours of April 20. A passing motorist, seeing flames billowing from the property at 6.30am, called the fire brigade. Marriott’s body was recovered from an upstairs bedroom. The inquest’s verdict was accidental death from smoke inhalation: he had probably fallen asleep with a cigarette burning. His funeral was held on April 30, on a rainy, stormy day in Harlow, while a posse of scooter boys stood guard outside.

Marriott left many unanswered questions, some merely intriguing, some downright chilling. What impulses drove him? Why did he sabotage a lucrative comeback? Had his downward spiral been deliberately engineered? “He was the most talented person I’ve ever known,” says Frampton sadly. “But there was something in his psyche. Some huge problem.”

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Laurie Styvers – Let Me Comfort You: The Hush Rarities

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When Laurie Styvers died in 1998, aged 48, obituaries apparently entirely failed to recall her bohemian musical incarnation almost three decades earlier. No wonder, really. Recent years had been spent running an animal sanctuary in Texas, where she’d been born Laurette Stivers; her two albums, 1971’s Spilt Milk and 1973’s The Colorado Kid, were already long forgotten. Her one brush with success, her debut’s breezy, evergreen opener, “Beat The Reaper”, had also missed the charts even after British radio play, and despite Alan Freeman’s support, a follow-up 7”, The Colorado Kid’s playful, banjo-embellished “All American Long Haired Denimed Song-Writing Guitar Man”, joined her catalogue in obscurity.

When Laurie Styvers died in 1998, aged 48, obituaries apparently entirely failed to recall her bohemian musical incarnation almost three decades earlier. No wonder, really. Recent years had been spent running an animal sanctuary in Texas, where she’d been born Laurette Stivers; her two albums, 1971’s Spilt Milk and 1973’s The Colorado Kid, were already long forgotten. Her one brush with success, her debut’s breezy, evergreen opener, “Beat The Reaper”, had also missed the charts even after British radio play, and despite Alan Freeman’s support, a follow-up 7”, The Colorado Kid’s playful, banjo-embellished “All American Long Haired Denimed Song-Writing Guitar Man”, joined her catalogue in obscurity.

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That’s how things might have remained had music historian Alec Palao and New York’s High Moon Records not released Gemini Girl: The Complete Hush Recordings in 2023. Before their intervention, most investigating her work would have found little more than critic Robert Christgau’s mean-spirited review of Spilt Milk in Rock Albums Of The 70s. Deeming her an “LA airhead” – though she’d spent her late teens in London, not Laurel Canyon – he crucified her as “so trite and pretty-poo in her fashionably troubled adolescence that you hope she chokes on her own money”. That’s despite the record being licensed by Mo Austin just before he became Warner Brothers’ chairman, and her contributions to psych-folk act Justine’s sole eponymous 1970 album, which currently commands silly money.

Perhaps Christgau was offended by Styvers’ status as an oil engineer’s daughter whose family had relocated to England, where she was educated at the capital’s private American School. Certainly, he’d have relished how The Colorado Kid lacked a US release. Nonetheless, that 2CD set has ensured that those raised on, say, either Laura Nyro and Dory Previn or Weyes Blood and Angel Olsen would do well to add Styvers to their collection. Let Me Comfort You now extends that invitation to vinyl by compiling the set’s previously unreleased material.

Admittedly, her most consistent charms lie in her studio albums, produced by Shel Talmy protégé Hugh Murphy, who’d together set up Styvers’ home, Hush Recordings. Spilt Milk’s “All I Ever Had”, with double-tracked vocals, could be The Carpenters, and “Pigeons” – all hammered pianos and oompah brass – a “When I’m 64”-fixated Harry Nilsson; The Colorado Kid’s title captures her fondness for the state where her parents kept a cabin as much as its wide-eyed “Oh Colorado” distills her frequent pastoral leanings and kinship with Carole King. Her heart-on-sleeve gifts, meanwhile, are best encapsulated in the understated, unaffected innuendo of the latter’s “You Be The Tide, I’ll Be The Bay”, its candid desire for a “salty old man” – still 22, she and Murphy, five years older, were now lovers – matched by the cover shot’s babyfaced Drew Barrymore innocence.

Still, Let Me Comfor You’s 11 tracks showcase such qualities impressively, her straightforward sweetness evident in a scaled-back, piano-and-strings version of the extravagant Spilt Milk track that gave 2023’s compilation its name. It’s there, too, in “God Knows The Reason”’s sparse yearning and an “All I Ever Had” demo, one of the rare times she, not arranger Tom Parker – fresh from Mac and Katie Kissoon’s lesser known “Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep” – plays piano.

She’s at ease amid bigger arrangements, too, with the wise-beyond-her-years “The Way I Should Stay” lifted by brass. The title track, too, balances disheartened loneliness with affectionate embraces, its Karen Carpenter purity – “I wish I was someone else’s fool” – mirrored, despite an oddly cutesy vocal, in an early recording of The Colorado Kid’s “White Flowers”.

1972’s glossier “If You Don’t Write Me Soon”, brightened by chiming glockenspiels and a swaggering instrumental break, is similarly imbued with wide-eyed nostalgia, and “Crazy Rainy Spring”, fuelled by Henry Spinetti’s drums, even flirts with funk, though that’s nothing next to “Crazy Rainy Spring”’s split-stereo, fuzz-guitar flourishes.

Suitably, Let Me Comfort You concludes with the warm-hearted, gratifying “Now That The Rain Has Stopped”, its pragmatic romance – “We both came out OK, I think” – indicative of Styver’s levelheaded yet affecting craft. Naturally, she’s worthy of higher praise than either her own or Christgau’s, but, a quarter century after her demise, she now has another chance to beat the reaper at last.

James Blackshaw – Unraveling In Your Hands

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It's been nine long years since English guitarist James Blackshaw released his last album, Summoning Suns. Up until that point, he’d been churning out music with almost alarming frequency, and between 2003 and 2015, he averaged at least an album a year, a gorgeous run of music that shifted from intimate guitar soli ritual to expansive, galaxy-swallowing, epic compositions. Not to mention collaborations with similarly quixotic artists like Pantaleimon and Lubomyr Melnyk, and appearances on albums by Current 93, Myrninerest, Peter Wright and Michael Gira.

It’s been nine long years since English guitarist James Blackshaw released his last album, Summoning Suns. Up until that point, he’d been churning out music with almost alarming frequency, and between 2003 and 2015, he averaged at least an album a year, a gorgeous run of music that shifted from intimate guitar soli ritual to expansive, galaxy-swallowing, epic compositions. Not to mention collaborations with similarly quixotic artists like Pantaleimon and Lubomyr Melnyk, and appearances on albums by Current 93, Myrninerest, Peter Wright and Michael Gira.

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But everything went quiet after Summoning Suns. As it turns out, Blackshaw was tiring of the long haul that was making a living through music; it was never the most secure and predictable of careers to start with. He started cooking professionally, eventually opening a Japanese pop-up restaurant, Sumisu Ramen, in Hastings, with his wife; this after a run of kitchen jobs, one of which led him near to mental breakdown. Then, in 2022, he lost his dog Dexter to liver disease, and his close collaborator John Hannon (dedicatee of this new album) passed away. He also broke his right shoulder after slipping on black ice.

It’s fair to say it’s been a rough run for Blackshaw. This made the sudden appearance of a new recording, “Why Keep Still?”, on Bandcamp in mid-2023 cause for celebration, not least because Blackshaw sounded renewed, revitalised; it was a beautiful performance that manifested the elegance he’d hinted at in his early playing, with an intense yet peaceable compositional spirit that suggested Blackshaw had come through a tough patch and used the lessons bound up in those struggles to disarm his occasional tendency towards the prolix. Everything here mattered. He promised an album in December 2023; 11 months later, here it is.

Blackshaw admits it was a tough one to finish, with a lot of “false starts”, finding it “difficult to get in the right headspace and concentrate”. But scheduling and expectation both be damned: there’s never any real reason to be bound by the temporal when it comes to guitar soli as tender and sensitive as Blackshaw’s. If Unraveling In Your Hands is possessed of hard-earned wisdom, that’s surely due to the multiple hurdles he’s faced down over the past few years, such that when he’s asked what the overarching threads are within the album, he firstly demurs – “I like the ambiguity and openness that instrumental music has” – before admitting, hesitantly, “for me personally, the overriding theme of the album is about loss – of loved ones, of sense of self – and coming to terms with that.”

That certainly describes the album’s opening title track, its centrepiece composition. It’s a bravura performance, at 27 minutes, that’s pieced together from constituent parts in a kind of modular construction that never admits to being Frankensteined together. There are a number of lovely themes that repeat through “Unraveling In Your Hands”, though its central phase – an unrelenting, hypnotic stream of shivering strings, tiny flecks of light dazzling as you plunge deep into the repetition, while following a snaky melody through the thickets – is certainly unforgettable.

Blackshaw hadn’t intended to write such a lengthy piece for the album but admits that everything ended up “snowballing” into its current form. “I’d end up writing new parts each time I sat down to play and then try to figure out ow they all belonged together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Eventually, I realised how long this thing was becoming and just decided to go with it, almost like a challenge or endurance test for myself.” The seeming effortlessness of the performance belies the intense craft behind it. More importantly, it seems entirely appropriate that Blackshaw should return, after nine years, with an album that opens with one of his most expansive and moving pieces for unaccompanied guitar.

If loss is a thread that runs through Unraveling In Your Hands, it’s perhaps at its most poignant on the following “Dexter”, which is named in tribute to Blackshaw’s late dog. Composed with his long-time collaborator Charlotte Glasson, it’s a breathy, soft-hearted hymnal for wheezing string drones, grounded by a simple, yet deeply affecting melody that meanders, on soft paws, throughout the song. From there, Unraveling In Your Arms concludes with “Why Keep Still?”, the taster that Blackshaw posted to Bandcamp back in 2023, settling tidily alongside the newer material, and another empathic, gently moving performance for guitar.

Unraveling… is currently only available at Blackshaw’s Bandcamp – a self-released project, it feels like he’s testing the waters, seeing how it feels to send his music back out there. But he’s also been interfacing with the public recently, having toured with Grails in Europe and the UK; here’s hoping there’s more, both recorded and live, to come. It’s very good indeed to have him back.