end of the road

Van Sant's stark, poetic recreation of Columbine

NYC's queens of kitsch mine classic-rock vault

His Bobness kicks up a storm among the seven hills and proves he's still armed to the teeth

Self-styled "desert-surf-redneck" rawk from the other side of the tracks

Incandescent instrumental rock from Austin, Texas

Nashville legend's formative years unearthed

In June 1988, Depeche Mode took their stadium techno roadshow to ground-breaking heights by filling the 65,000-capacity Pasadena Rose Bowl near LA. Captured by the legendary rock-doc maestro DA Pennebaker and his long-term partner Chris Hegedus, the show became a fine concert film, incorporating reality TV-style coverage of fans travelling to the gig. Repackaged with extra footage, audio commentaries and updated interviews, it's a handsome historical record of Wagnerian electro-pop and hair gel abuse.

I know what you're thinking. Oh Lord, what's McCartney doing now? What desperate revisionism is he foisting on a Lennon-free world? Now calm down.

Low-key Argentinian road movie of sorts from director Carlos Sorin. A lost dog provides the impetus for an old man to amble off on a slow journey: he's not really looking for doggie, he's hunting meaning and a decent way to die. New friends shuffle about and there's much sentiment which would be panned if this was a Hollywood flick.

Set fire to anything. Set fire to the air," urged John Cale at the beginning of Music For A New Society. That 1982 masterpiece was the evisceration of a man whose fractured psyche was mirrored perfectly by songs arranged in jagged, improvisatory style; a knife held at the throat of sweetness. Now he reappears with his first album of songs for seven years, and his finest album in any genre for over two decades.