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Kate Mossman is a senior writer at the New Statesman.
Fifty years on, the record still feels like a puff of air between your ribs.
The band are down to a twosome – but their new record is fuelled by the heavy-but-bright sound they excel at.
Liz Phair was a feminist icon in the macho, predatory world of indie rock. Now she’s trying to let go of her tough exterior and “unpuff her chest”.
Who puts this on in the morning, while walking their dog? Who likes the feel of his falling minor chords upon their temporal lobe?
How the veteran pop star made a career out of masculinity.
This absurd BBC programme, full of deliberately bad singers, unravels the false promises built up by TV talent shows over the last decade.
How to revisit painful songs of abuse years later when domestically content with a small child? Let someone else cover them for you.
Working from a coffee shop, I’d play Van Halen's “Dreams” to get me going. Until now, I never knew that there was a science behind what I was doing.
Richard Mabey’s powers of noticing made him the godfather of “the new nature writing”. At 80, he reflects on depression, class and why the natural world does not exist to make us well
The biggest departure on Del Rey's sixth record is that the awful, miserable boy-men she loved to worship are absent.
