A 6CD box, with 36 unheard tracks, to mark 40th anniversary

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The September event will be shown across the world

Hundreds turn up in NW8 to recreate the iconic LP cover

Them Crooked Vultures play first live gig in Chicago

The veteran rock star has doubts about the band's 2005 award

Quentin Tarantino learns new tricks for WWII drama

A teen vampire movie that strips away the cliches. It's exceptional.

The Mellow Yellow songwriter to be rewarded in London

In issue 3 of the unfortunately short-lived UNCUT DVD, we ran a piece called The Curse Of The Mullets. It was a particularly funny account of the scandalous fall from grace of the Brat Pack actors and the whirl of sex-tapes, alcoholism, drug busts and straight-to-video hell that engulfed them following their mid-Eighties peak. As hilarious as the piece was, it feels somehow emblematic of the way these films, and their stars, have become viewed over the last quarter of a century. Which, sadly, detracts from the importance of those films and the achievements of the man behind them – John Hughes, who has just died at the age of 59.