"Lick your cigarette and then kiss me," yelps Alex Kapranos on the ripe "No You Girls". The trim frontman (and part-time food writer) sports a short-sleeved gold shirt, trademark pointy shoes and is looking considerably younger than his 41 years.
Beth Orton, Charlotte Gainsbourg and Michael Kiwanuka are also among the gang interpreting the Scientologist’s songs for him
French brand Eleven Paris has arrived in London's Carnaby Street – it's about time, says Stephanie Hirschmiller
Few acts unite popular musical opinion like David Bowie. Arguably, even more so than The Beatles. Even if Bowie’s new album The Next Day, which was released on Monday, doesn’t tickle your fancy like Low or Hunky Dory, it’d be a bold move to say you didn’t love at least some of his work. The man, frankly, unarguably, is a genius. Are we quorate on that? Right.
His fond look back shows singer still has plenty to offer
Ageing rockers The Rolling Stones celebrated 50 years in the industry by performing to a packed London crowd for the first time since 2007.
Ohhh no, we can't insure your bulldog. This was the response from Churchill Insurance when Timothy Taylor, of Leicestershire, tried to get a quote to cover his six-year-old bulldog, Monty, who'd just been given a clean bill of health.
In the 1970s, David Bowie made his home – and his most creative albums – in Germany's divided city.
Sebastian Coe, chairman of the London 2012 Olympic Committee (LOCOG), said yesterday that Britain's reputation would be "trashed" if Tottenham Hotspur's plan to rip down the Olympic Stadium was given the go-ahead next week.
A new exhibition of work by Mick Rock, often referred to as ‘The man who shot the Seventies,’ opens in London tomorrow.
Yony Leyser's new documentary seeks to find 'a man within' the controversial writer, wife killer and drug addict. But can anybody reveal this better than Burroughs himself? Matilda Battersby finds out
A third of the way through, the play stops, completely. Viola, disguised as the boy Cesario, has been virtually propositioned by the countess Olivia. "It is too hard a knot for me to untie," she says, and leaves the stage, confused, to sit in the audience.
Still crazy after all these years
Being the antithesis of a morning person, getting up before dawn should count as a heroic achievement. Indeed, staring out of my hotel window at the street-lit cityscape, I'm suffused with all the smug tranquillity of the early riser. Only then do I realise it's actually 10.15am: I've overslept by two hours and missed my appointment with Knut, my guide. Such is the slow, surreal process of acclimatising to Tromso in Norway, located 250 miles north of the Arctic Circle, where for two months from late November, the sun never rises.
It's rock'n'roll (and I like it)