Carl Barât has an album, an autobiography, and a baby on the way. Fiona Sturges hears how he has turned turmoil into triumph
Regrets, self-disgust and wretchedness: God, I love myself
Doherty's old boys back in town
Former Libertine Carl Barat has decided to forge a career for himself as solo artist with a new stripped-down sound. Will it work out for him? Perhaps in hope rather than expectation, we take a look at some of the more successful musical spin-off projects.
Rough Trade is the indie label that made it big, and now it's celebrating 30 glorious years – but it almost didn't make it.
Like many of his old Labour frontbench colleagues who are no longer burdened with chauffeur-driven cars or grace-and-favour homes, Peter Hain has decided to dedicate his spare time to putting pen to paper.
When Carl Barat first launched Dirty Pretty Things, there was a degree of goodwill.
After all, he seems like a decent lad, there was a feeling that he’d been unfairly cheated out of any credit in the Libertines, and he might as well do something while P-Doh was off being a celebrity/cellmate/carcrash and occasionally a Babyshamble, even if it was an undaventurous continuation of the Libs’ style.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t actively dislike the Courteeners. In fact, it might actually be impossible to dislike a band with a chorus that goes “What took you so long/ Was there a queue at the post office?”