Moby, the vegan king of chill-out pop, talks wealth, David Bowie’s hat and the average intelligence of his fellow Americans.
With it harder than ever to make money from music, more and more bands are working ordinary jobs by day to do what they love by night.
The city at the edge of an apocalypse: a love letter to Los Angeles.
The longest-serving Radio 1 DJ chats grime, sexism, and Donald Trump.
Incidents like this are often used to characterise all young female fans, but this isn’t about fandom. It’s harassment.
A new production of this little-heard Romanian piece shows that neglected doesn’t necessarily mean second-rate when it comes to opera.
“As a band, Five have no political allegiances.”
Frontman Matt Healy perhaps isn’t aware that the Electoral Commission is not, in fact, the government (or believes that this is part of a wider conspiracy).
Of course, an exhibition of peripheral paraphernalia inevitably shifts the focus away from the artists themselves and onto the fans.
Analysing the key, pitch, tempo and lyrics of past Eurovision winners and losers shows us that we’ve got it all wrong.
How do we respond to celebrities talking openly about fame and mental health?
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