“I say yes if I want to.”
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.
What Owen Hatherley's The Ministry of Nostalgia ultimately misses is that our relationship to the past is about personal taste as much as politics.
Sharing fanart can be a radical act.
Guthrie’s two-year tenancy in one of Fred Trump’s buildings produced some of his most bitter writings.
Are we inclined to overestimate the innovator – the first, the forerunner, the anticipator of the zeitgeist – and correspondingly underestimate the artist who brilliantly masters existing forms?
People have trained themselves to look for the riddles and tricks in Bowie's music, but this time he was hiding nothing.
How the musician came to be a digital presence in the lives of millions.
Tonight was panned by critics. Rolling Stone gave it one star. But it's the album I return to most often.
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