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With blogging, of course, you publish and be damned, then, once damned, you publish again. So it is with the Top 75 I unleashed on an unsuspecting world on Tuesday, only to soon realise that it was, basically, a bit of a cock-up.

Beefheart alumni reunite for another tilt at the cosmic blues

Two brothers on both sides of the law in gritty French cop flick | Dir: Jacques Maillot | St: Francois Cluzet, Guillaume Canet

The Louis Vuitton don ditches the rapping and the soul and is left with… well, not much, actually

Uncut's film of the month, Clint Eastwood directs

Shiny hippy people: intoxicating psychedelic grooves from the New Mexican desert

Bob Dylan is everywhere and nowhere here at the Viennale, Vienna’s annual film festival, where your Uncut reporter has spent another arduous week slurping free champagne and scoffing luxury cakes on your behalf. Dylan was invited as guest of honour but, of course, declined. All the same, hardcore fans have gorged on a wide selection of Dylan-themed films, photo exhibitions, talks and concerts. There is even a “Bob burger” on sale in one of the festival’s main cinemas.

A few weeks ago now, I blogged about the third Brightblack Morning Light, “Motion To Rejoin”. In the interim, I’ve played it to death, decided it’s one of my favourite albums of 2008, and written about it at length for the new issue of Uncut.

Ferry company Red Funnel offers tickets before the rush