John Wilson has little time for people who don't see the genius at work in so-called "light music".
On the eve of a major season of adaptations at the Barbican, Erica Wagner goes to Norway to discover how the playwright captured the beginning of the modern world.
Bonnie McFarlane on why her new film, Women Aren’t Funny, is tackling some very serious subjects.
Nine blows to the head and then he was gone: modern forensic techniques applied to the newly-discovered skeleton of Richard III have been able to suggest how he died for the first time.
We don’t know what to expect: whether they want us to be garrulous or mysterious; live up to our image or confound it; be starry or down to earth.
The Big Tramp, combining the literary tropes of homelessness and night-walking, will raise money for theatre company Cardboard Citizens.
If we still ask, where has Kate Bush been all these years and why has she not done this before, my answer would be that I think she has been living the life that made this show possible.
Four leading figures make their cases for Paul, John, George or Ringo respectively.
A band like the Beatles could never make it as big as they did in our era of hyper-commercialisation and Brit School elitism.
Poet laureate of women’s inner lives, resolute booster of the girls who love her, healthily selfish, and heartily unconcerned with what the haters think about her: we could all do well to spend a bit of time in Taylor’s world.
In February 1964, then future NS editor Paul Johnson wrote an article attacking the Beatles and all they stood for. It became the most complained-about piece in the Statesman’s history.
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