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Dave Grohl dreams that Kurt Cobain is still alive and they have reformed Nirvana.
Back to basics time for the Foo Fighters. Well, kinda.
Just because it was recorded in Dave Grohl's garage doesn't make Wasting Light garage-rock, even if it was captured on analogue tape by Nirvana producer Butch Vig.
My earliest food memory... My mum's trifle, which we used to have on a Sunday night. I do love my sweet things – as you could probably tell by looking at me! – and it holds great memories of spending time with the family. She used to make it with sliced Swiss roll and finish it off with hundreds and thousands: no trifle is complete without them.
At a time when it's widely assumed that Jack White and a handful of unknown indie chums merits the accolade, Them Crooked Vultures is a supergroup worthy of the term, in the classic rock tradition of Blind Faith and ELP.
You wait more than 30 years for a supergroup and then...
A band picking up some "blog hype" (see below) are the young Canadian band Braids (right). Based in Montreal and comprised of two girls and two boys, the band are unsigned but have released two EPs, with talk of new material to come in the first half of next year. They play a sort of spacey, experimental pop that calls to mind Animal Collective, Broken Social Scene and Telepathe. Download two of their tracks, including the wonderful "Liver and Tan", at tinyurl.com/ya7q5x3.
Six hours that gave the Astoria a fine farewell
'Do you mind," Dave Grohl asks several thousand Mancunians, "if we play some new shit, some old shit, some rock shit, and some acoustic shit?" That's a lot of shit. But the Foo Fighters have a lot of time. "I hope you've had a really big piss," he cautions not long after the start. "It's gonna be a long night."
The apparent danger of rock'n'roll draws actresses like Scarlett Johansson, says Nick Hasted. Shame they can't all sing
It was the first time they have turned up to the Brits – and they did it in style – dressed in tweed jackets, plus fours and flat caps, possibly a nod to their native Yorkshire.