Mike Coles' eerily haunting video footage for The Orb's eerily wonderful Latchmere Allotments.
Paying it all back: Youth's vast, new and as yet unreleased dub mix of Killing Joke's Corporate Elect.
You know how we feel about the Rolling Stones round here - this despite the fact that they're now, essentially, a vast corporate entity with merchandise fulfilling the traditional role of stocks and shares. In fact, the Stones were the first band ever to accept corporate sponsorship of an entire tour: in 1981 Quintessence Inc., creators of a perfume called Jovan - which, unpromisingly, is the Serbian for 'John' - shelled out a mill on the Tattoo You tour. No doubt that seemed like a lot back then. There's a small book - or at least a mercilessly commented-upon Guardian CiF article - to be written about this cheap 'n' cheesy new vid for what's actually one of the most energised new Stones songs in years. Look! There's Charlie! He's literally playing the drums. Mick's let Keith be in it too.
Sad news today: the clock is ticking a little faster for Wilko Johnson. Read the full story here. We love Dr Feelgood. Anyone who's seen Julian Temple's film Oil City Confidential will know that Wilko's 's not merely the man whose Essex R&B gave birth to British punk, he's also the Zen-like sage of Canvey Island. Good luck there, Wilko.
What we were planning on posting today is a track called, I think, 'She Broke The Clock of The Long Now' by a band called, I think, Hidden Masters. It's a title of such wondrous brilliance that's it's hard to imagine how mere music could match it. But imagine is all we can do since, in a valuable reminder of the limits of the net, we can't find it anywhere online, though I have an idea Stuart Maconie may have played it on his excellent 6Music show. Already this song which, just to reiterate, we shall not be hearing today, is passing into myth round here. Filing under: music which may not actually have been made yet.
The post-punk, pre-E sound of Manchester in 1986 transported to 2013, taking into account nothing but a couple of old I-D articles about The Durutti Column and Renegade Soundwave - these located in a south London bin, alongside an unspooled Mad Professor cassette - and a bunch of Tweets passed in the first week of August 2011.