Heartbreak, Fabric and Brexit: the frontman of Britain’s chirpiest electropop band on why he’s started writing piano ballads.
A subversive semi-staging of Sondheim’s Sweeney Todd brings the infamous barber back to London.
The online mockery of fans of Zayn Malik, who left One Direction the same day Jeremy Clarkson was fired, would never be levelled at grown-up sports or Top Gear fans.
The Scottish trio tell Kate Mossman why they want racists to hear their music.
Copyright law encourages artists to feel they're in control of what they've made. But in reality, a song is a different thing once it leaves its creator.
No Land's Song, a new documentary by Ayat Najafi, follows her sister Sara's fight to put on a revolutionary concert.
The Royal Opera House is a fundamentally unsuitable space for its otherwise impressive production of the satire on capitalism, Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny.
Binoche’s Antigone is easier to respect than to pity and, for some reason, one never really feels the pathos of her struggles.
When is an orchestra not an orchestra? The way this policy defines it, northern brass bands and Scottish bagpipe groups will be excluded from the tax relief.
"Painter/musician badly needs rent cheap."
For every successful American remake of a classic British comedy there is a handful of dreadful clangers that never make it beyond a pilot.
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