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The ramifications of a recent South Korean sex scandal go far beyond exposing the fissures in K-pop’s carefully constructed brand.
It is two weeks since my eardrum perforated on the train and I am still deaf.
In the decade since his death, the singer’s afterlife has been contested territory. But the revelations of a new film may dethrone the king of pop forever.
It is distressing to imagine this indefatigable avatar of ’avin it descending to a place of self-erasure.
The anniversary tour of the band’s anxious third album proves it is more relevant than ever.
Plus: I’m a Phoenix, Bitch by Bryony Kimmings.
Arthur Miller saw the Great Depression and the years after as a period of moral catastrophe. His understanding of American hucksterism, greed and shame could hardly be more relevant in Trump’s world.
David Duchovny’s moves make his project feel personal – so unpolished, so lumbersome, so unedited and exposed.
The New Statesman editor remembers the Talk Talk frontman, who died this week aged 64.
Where the world looks at throngs of girls screaming at a boy band and sees teenage hysteria, I see thousands finding joy in one of the most complicated phases of their lives.
Plus: Berberian Sound Studio at the Donmar.
