IN&OUTTONIGHT REVIEWS 28 Tuesday, 1 September 2009 London Lite An Album made by middle-aged rock stars to raise money for Oxfam cant help but make you think of bono, and neil Finn, who spearheads 7 Worlds Collide, was right to worry this might be an ego thing. He was also right to press on: the charity project, which unites KT Tunstall, Johnny marr and various members of Wilco and Radiohead, is a worthy effort -- and not just in that way. Singers share vocal duties over 22 tracks of classic rock with a warm, breezy feel and a sincerity that makes you believe they really do want to change the world -- if not quite the face of music. AC REVIEWSMUSIC Pop goes the rockerfestival Glo girl: Peaches at Loaded AblissfuldaycamefullyLoaded the big noise Reading Festival HHHHI AmbeR CowAn Talking point: Gossips Beth Ditto in full flow pop noahAndthewhale FirstDaysOfSpring (Mercury,12.72) HHHHH AS RELATIONSHIPS go, it wasnt tabloid fodder. But with his groups sublime, richly orchestral second album, Charlie Fink nudges his break-up with nu-folk darling Laura Marling into the spotlight. Last summer, he whistled about having fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun on hit 5 Years Time. Now, the partys over and Fink, a cut-down tree according to the soaring opening title track, is mending a fractured heart. I dont think its the end, but I know we cant keep going, he sings, exhausted, on Our Window. The boys have made a film to accompany the records narrative heartbreak. One wonders whether Peter Andres album-TV combo will take us on such a journey. MARTHA DE LACEY THe Crowes -- on indefinite hiatus since singer Chris Robinson married (and divorced) actress Kate Hudson -- are back with a vengeance. This double album has lashings of their familiar rock, but also breaks surprising new ground. before The Frost is loaded with five-star funky/bluesy jams, blissful country-rock and even disco. The bonus disc, until The Freeze, goes seriously off-piste, into raga, bluegrass and Tom Waits-y balladry. On this form, the Crowes really should be acknowledged as the best -- and most versatile -- American band of their generation. ANDREW PERRY To order any CD reviewed, call The London Lite CD service on 01634 832789. All prices include P&P RoCk the black Crowes BeforeTheFrost/ UntilTheFreeze (SilverArrow,11.74) HHHHH Folk the Dodos TimetoDie(Wichita,10.76) HHHII MERIC LONg is an indie-folk magnet. He was a solo Dodo Bird for one EP before Logan Kroeber joined him and they became the heavily percussive Dodos. And now, for their third album, theyve scooped up Keaton Snyder on vibraphone. The Californians have become a proper band, rather than a pair of musicians hammering tambourines and bongos. Their multi-rhythmic, worldly weirdness has, unfortunately, been smoothed out. Its more harmonic and less berserk. Small Deaths and This Is Business retain the frantic, freak-folk edge of past flights and Two Medicines creeps closer to Animal Collectives chaotic smokiness than before. But the records core is pleasant, not magnetic. M DE L RoCk 7 worlds Collide TheSunCameOut (Columbia,14.67) HHHII I T TAKES bottle to play Reading. Fans at the loudest festival on the calendar are famous for pelting bands with lager, or worse. On Friday, it was Kings Of Leon who got on the wrong side of the crowd. After a lacklustre set where most of the sound was blown away by gales, singer Caleb Followill berated the audience for being frozen. We know youre sick of Kings Of Leon, he said, looking annoyed. Were sick of Kings Of Leon, too. Then he complained about the cold -- further endearing himself to everyone about to spend the night in a wind-lashed tent -- and ended with a surly: F**k you. In fairness, though, perhaps their headline slot was misjudged. For once, Reading seemed as much about pop as rock. Without any heritage bands on the bill -- no Metallica, no Iron Maiden -- the tattooed hardcore were in the minority. Instead, there were girls with La Roux hair and boys in fancy dress (pirates, sailors, Smurfs). It wasnt the only difference. Recycling points meant the site took a little longer than usual to look like an apocalyptic wasteland. Swooping cameras made many seem more interested in their big screen close-up than in bands. But by Sunday discarded plates of noodles and pyres of rubbish littered the ground. Some things never change. The first star was Little Boots, who got a reception that said a lot about the vibe of the weekend. Wearing a dress that made her look like a pretty sofa, Victoria Hesketh seemed as surprised as anyone when the entire tent chanted her name. Hes hunky, hes funky, hes Jack Penate, whooped the woman introducing bands in the NME tent, clearly under the impression she was at T4 On The Beach. Luckily, dignity was restored by the time Florence And The Machine came on. Celebrating her birthday, Flo wafted across the stage in a cloud of black chiffon and floated up the rigging in skyscraper boots. Her set was magical. The secret act on Saturday -- Led Zeppelin/Foo Fighters supergroup Them Crooked Vultures -- was anything but, given they had just played Leeds. A big- ger surprise came during gossips set when Beth Ditto passed her mic to a fan for Standing In The Way Of Control. It was a true Susan Boyle moment. Patrick Wolf vomited on stage, his delicate con- stitution no doubt upset by festival cui- sine that included foot-long hotdogs. Arctic Monkeys defied all natural laws by playing an album that had only been out five days, and still getting a rave reception. Radiohead were epic, with a spectacular light show, although drum&bass bozos Chase & Status also went down well, proving that at this lager-fuelled weekend, beauty really is in the eye of the beer-holder. FestivAl get loaded in the park ClaphamCommon HHHHI stephAnie hiRsChmilleR INITIALLY blighted by angry skies, this one-day party got off to a slow start and a brilliant newcomer, Brixtons MPHO, played to a tent where you could have swung a very large cat. She defied her time slot, though, and warmed up fans with debut single Box N Locks. Fortunately, the pessimism of the promo girls handing out pac-a-macs proved unfounded and with Aussie newcomers Sneaky Sound System, we had lift-off. For once, the Common was blissfully free of Clapham mummies and their three- wheeler buggies --theyd probably decamped to the country where Bloody Beetroots are sold at the farmers market and are not Italian DJs in gimp masks. But back to the main stage. Adam Freeland demanded everyones soul (although Id settle for the Oasis RIP T-shirt I saw one bloke wearing), before Roni Size and his Reprazent collective laid down beats almost as dirty as the feet of anyone in sandals. Elsewhere, Peaches exploded on to the stage to the A-Team theme tune, looking like a Day-glo Adam Ant in puffed-up neon, and then there was Ryksopp proving theres life beyond their advertising jingles. get Loaded is a dance-indie hybrid that actually works and as the sun went down, everyone came together for Orbitals headline light show. glow-in-the- dark Rizlas bobbed in time with the Hartnoll brothers handy plumbers helmets, and a class Belinda Carlisle mix was melded into their grand old Dr Who finale. No doubt the Common has now been reclaimed by the three-wheeled massive but, for one weekend, it was loaded to the max. index.html2.html3.html4.html5.html6.html7.html8.html9.html10.html11.html12.html13.html14.html15.html16.html17.html18.html19.html20.html21.html22.html23.html24.html25.html26.html27.html28.html29.html30.html31.html32.html33.html34.html35.html36.html37.html38.html39.html