Heartbreak, Fabric and Brexit: the frontman of Britain’s chirpiest electropop band on why he’s started writing piano ballads.
The biggest winners, ironically, would be Ukip.
The winners were boring, but perfomances and acceptance speeches were not without their usual dose of spectacle.
I’m not sure what advanced technological displays I expected from the Madison Square Gardens livestream, but I was still surprised when Kanye simply pulled a laptop out of nowhere and plugged it in.
Inspirational artists don’t inspire the brave (they’re fine already): they inspire the timid. That's what David Bowie did for me.
The Master Builder at The Old Vic is even stranger than the original - especially when it tries to negotiate modern sensibilities.
The more mainstream Beyoncé becomes, the more she functions as a marginal artist.
The Mother and The Father both show two characters called Anna and Pierre, who both times end up in a hospital room - but are they the same people?
ANTI predicts the confused response from music commentators in its own lyrics.
Less Britpop, more B&Q and the “Barratt class” – Earl Brutus provided a thrillingly chaotic chronicle of Britain in the Nineties.
An evening of Shostakovich, Prokofiev and Khachaturian.
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