We had a pair of tickets to the aftershow bash to giveaway

First jaunt in nine years for Difford, Tilbrook and co

The reunion tour continues with only UK show next year

There is a man in a flat cap standing in the middle of the stage, looking pensively at some large twigs while his bandmates work up ten minutes of bleary musique concrete. Eventually he picks up a bass and the six of them lumber into a passage of magisterial, martial psych. It mutates into waterlogged beatnik blues, then a kind of splenetic krautpunk. One of the guitarists, incidentally, now has a cardboard box on his head. There’s a mannequin’s head on top of the box. After a while, he conscientiously ties a scarf round its neck.

It must have been an unusually quiet day, because we are not usually out and about when we should be working, nose to grindstone, shackled to the pleasurable daily graft of putting together Uncut.

It must have been an unusually quiet day, because we are not usually out and about when we should be working, nose to grindstone, shackled to the pleasurable daily graft of putting together Uncut.

Fab four’s spy farce; restored, but still flimsy

Uncut is interviewing for an audience with feature next week

Brad Pitt helps debunk the myth of the Wild West’s ‘Robin Hood’

The Assasination of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford opens this week