A house

Saturday evening at the last and finest mini-festival of late summer, and Minnesota’s most rock’n’roll Mormons can no longer turn the other cheek. Grinding to a halt between glacially slow riffs, LOW guitarist Alan Sparhawk makes an extraordinary appeal for audience sympathy.

And we've got a preview of Black Ice, too!

Cocker and the label have both been making music for 30 years

Guy Garvey scoops prize 17 years after his band formed

As is always the way, I suppose, I finish one compilation of newish psych acts, then a load more records start turning up. For a good 30 minutes now, my new favourite band has been some shady punks from Long Beach who allegedly travel in “a vegetable oil-powered school bus”, and have a percussionist called, well, Sexual Chocolate.

Fleetwood Mac man's punchy pop-rock manifesto

Nominations to be unveiled live in January

John Bonham's drums and Jim Morrison's musings also fetch large sums

Troubled Dark Knights of metal return to form

After a mystifying diversion, Arizona duo return (in part) to familiar, dusty territory