My Best Tunes

The debut album from the alliance of sound engineer Raphael Rundell and Hot Chip chap Joe Goddard ignores the generic divisions that have dissected dance music in favour of a return to the eclectic groove-making of classic house music.

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Lucy Rose makes a cracking cup of tea: strong yet delicately flavoured and just milky enough. “I would be upset if I couldn’t make a good cuppa,” says the singer-songwriter, perched on a pew at the kitchen table of her childhood home. “My method at the moment is water, tea-bag for a while then milk before the bag is taken out. Then you can judge strength.”

Rocker Pete Townshend has sold his song catalogue to music publisher Spirit Music Group for an undisclosed sum.

The two new main contenders for the British soul crown faced off for a sort of Warble in Shoreditch.

Ian Curtis made his position on consumerism fairly clear when he sang: “I’ve seen the products and the other world of waste, I’ve seen the colour of corruption deep within.”

Sir Mick Jagger proved he still has the ability to cause controversy as he launched a thinly veiled attack on the Conservative Party last night, accusing it of using him as a “political football”.

Amos Lee’s voice is a truly magnificent instrument, evoking the likes of Bill Withers, John Fogerty, James Taylor and, best of all, Sam Cooke.

Legal action against illegal file-sharers has helped to bring an 8 per cent rise in global digital-music revenues, but an industry report claims stars should stop boycotting streaming services such as Spotify.

It would have been all too easy for The Horrors to spend the late Noughties the rock’n'roll way – shagging and snorting a path through Shoreditch, feasting on impressionable fresher flesh, cashing in on their youth, hipness and sexiness till they maxed it out. Instead, they somehow found the time to do the decent thing: they actually got better.