Laura Marling has revealed details of her forthcoming album.
The singer's website has been updated with information about her fourth album, the follow-up to 2011's 'A Creature I Don't Know'.
Johnny Marr’s first proper solo album, The Messenger, is reviewed in the new issue of Uncut, dated March 2013, and out now, so it seemed time to revisit the guitarist’s impressive back catalogue with the man himself… From Uncut’s February 2008 issue (Take 129), Marr relives the making of records from The Smiths and The The to Electronic and Modest Mouse. Interview: Stephen Troussé_________________
David Bowie's long-term guitarist Earl Slick has hinted that Bowie may tour after all.
Speaking to Spinner, Slick said "It's kind of like doing the record [The Next Day]. I wouldn't be surprised if he toured and I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't tour... I know I would like a tour to happen!"
Producer Tony Visconti previously told NME that live shows were unlikely, saying, "He’s fairly adamant he’s never gonna perform live again… One of the guys would say, 'Boy, how are we gonna do all this live?' and David said, 'We’re not'. He made a point of saying that all the time."
In this archive feature from Uncut's May 2003 issue (Take 72), rock's greatest living soap opera tell the story of how they went to hell and back to bring the world some of the most popular, and most perfect, hard-centred easy listening music of all time. However, it nearly cost them their sanity. And their lives… Words: Nigel Williamson_________________
The 2013 Academy Award nominations were announced today [January 10]. The full awards ceremony will take place on February 7.
The nominations in the key categories are:
BEST PICTURE
Amour
Argo
Django Unchained
Les Misérables
Life Of Pi
Lincoln
Zero Dark Thirty
Beasts Of The Southern Wild
Silver Linings Playbook
BEST DIRECTOR
Amour - Michael Haneke
Beasts Of The Southern Wild - Benh Zeitlin
Life Of Pi - Ang Lee
Lincoln - Steven Spielberg
Silver Linings Playbook - David O. Russell
BEST ACTOR
Before Melody Maker swept me off the street in the manner of a benevolent old codger taking a pallid waif into his kindly, white-haired care in something written to make you weep by the venerable Dickens, I worked for a bleak season or two in the mail order department of a bookstore near Piccadilly Circus.
