Warning: this movie, a previously hidden document of the making of one of rock’s classic albums, contains no drugs, no booze, no infidelity, no fights with the drummer, no team of psychiatrists, no ponytails, no leather trousers, no mental rock wives, no sunlight and very little make up. It’s concessions to rock and roll cliché are…

Swine Flu is going to kill us all. The bankers should be shot. The ocean is going to rise and cover us all. Tony Blair made an honest mistake. George Bush is a christian who was doing us a favour. Saddam wasn’t so bad after all. Bertie was a crook. The media could have saved…

The last time this reviewer saw this much Leonard Cohen music, it was a pain in the arse, literally. The contrast between the old Point Depot that night during an often inspiring three and a half hour marathon tribute set (that resulted in a numb posterior) with the wonderful layout in the new O2 could…

Anyone ever actually been hit across the face with a wet kipper? No matter how many Neil Young shows you’ve been to, nothing ever seems to prepare you for the immense jukebox of musical history that Neil throws straight at you. Sure, the set list (like Springsteen’s) has had a certain consistency for a while…

The crowd of 14,000 is willing it to happen but in reality nobody wants to see Angus Young’s arse. The hope is there’ll be pyrotechnics when he finally bends over and drops his shorts. There would have been little surprise if a roman candle had shot out and light up the pristine O2. In truth,…