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Whatever we expected of Laura Marling after ‘A Creature I Don’t Know’, wherever we thought that jazzy folk jam sound of hers was heading, we were wrong.

Wonderfully, presumptuously, deaf-eared wrong.

Laura Marling doesn’t do linear progression. She doesn’t do predictable, and you’d be somewhat disappointed if you thought she did simple love songs.

Rock and roll, some numpty once said, is a young man’s game. Whoever they were, they’d clearly never heard of Lord Michael Des Barres.

He’s been in more bands than most of us have had hot dinners. He’s shared stages (and groupies) with everyone from Steve Marriott to Steve Van Zandt. He’s had 65 years on this Earth, and he doesn’t seem to have wasted a single day thus far.

From his days in Silverhead warming up for Deep Purple and Fleetwood Mac, through recording on Led Zeppelin’s Swan Song label, launching his ‘Rock Against Drugs’ campaign and fronting Power Station at Live Aid, Michael Des Barres is the name that fills the gaps in rock history.

There’s something about Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, you know. They shouldn’t be this cool.

Sometimes they play like angry, dirty punks; sometimes they play like they’re in a psychedelic space trance.

They sing about the ugliness of war and the sweet release of death, like a trio of ghosts who happened upon Black Sabbath and close harmonies in the same afternoon. By all the ordinary rules of the music world, they ought to be a heavy metal band with pretensions up to their eyeballs.

But they aren’t. They defy convention. They defy genres. It’s hard to fathom them. It was hard to fathom that first record of theirs some 12 years ago, and ‘Specter at the Feast’ isn’t going to be fathomable either. Another 12 years from now you’ll still be playing it, wondering how music like this actually, physically came to be.

There are so many ways to enthrall and overwhelm an audience with your film’s soundtrack.

Do you raid your obscure vinyl collection, Tarantino style? Do you hire Hans Zimmer and let him off the leash to wreak musical genius?

Or do you just grab an up-and-coming band by the collar and empty a suitcase of money in front of them? “Yup, let’s do that” said Beautiful Creatures director Richard LaGravanese. Probably.

“I think we’ve invented a new genre. Funk folk. I’m not sure the world is ready for it, but we’ve done it anyway.” – RT.

Ready or not, Richard Thompson’s ‘Electric’ is upon us. Along with Taras Prodaniuk and Michael Jerome, the core of his touring band for the last 10 years, Thompson has put together a record of remarkable depth and powerful folksome flavour.

His guitar playing, so inimitable and unpredictable, has never been easy to define. Now it veers between wild fantasy and weary fable, stirring up all passions of untamed youth alongside the hardened discipline that only comes with long maturity.

Now you’ve been through our extensive Essential Listening 2012 series, which includes all our top choices from a past twelve months of albums, gigs and tracks, here some of our frankly super talented band of writers pick out their own favourite album of 2012, each making a convincing argument for the selected records in the process.

“I’m always going to trust the art and be suspicious of the artist because he’s generally…a stumbling clown like everybody else.” – Bruce Springsteen, 2006.

Clinton Heylin starts his book with this very same quote. It’s his statement of intent; his anchor for 400-odd pages of exploration into the way this particular artist has grown up through 40 years in the music business.

From the scruffy-bearded street poet who snared a record deal by singing ‘It’s Hard To Be A Saint In The City’ for John ‘I Discovered Dylan’ Hammond, to the tireless stadium rocker taking over the world with ‘Born in the USA’, Heylin retraces the steps of the man you and I know as The Boss through every test and every track worth knowing about.

Take a trip back in time with us. We’re going back to when summer holidays lasted an eternity and it seemed like growing up was a lifetime away.

Fret ye not on the practicalities, you don’t need a TARDIS to visit those days anymore. Just give ‘This Is An Adventure’ a spin. You’ll be there in the twinkle of a glockenspiel.

“I am no messenger. But I will give you a message. The message…OF DEATH!”

Only The Darkness would have the balls to kick off their record with a Hawk The Slayer line, leading into their blood-pumping tribute to love and bicycles ‘Nothin’s Gonna Stop Us’, sounding for all the world like they’re off to storm the castle on their fixies. This is rock ‘n’ roll with rrrrolling ‘r’s, twin-harmony guitar solos and very high voices, and it’s been too, too long since we heard its like.

Every so often, you get a feeling about some people. As if they were born on the wrong side of time and they’re waiting on a chance to find their way back there. Short of the invention of time machines or whatever Scott Bakula’s deal was in Quantum Leap, that’s not going to happen. So they cope with it, or they don’t and they fall to pieces.

‘Look Out Mama‘ is the kind of record that wants to show you how both of those concepts might work.