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What were you up to in 2004? Our jeans were all a little bit baggier then, for sure, and hair straightening was revolutionised by the GHD; an item that would help men and women shape the fringe that placed them in the emo or preppy…

My love of Britney Spears runs deep. It’s a love so strong that it reminds me that I have the ability to actually love at all. People are often bewildered by my love. She is seen as an act who is past it or irrelevant when the fact is that…

Welcome to THE PLAYLIST, where we pick a theme and, er, make a playlist around it. Sometimes you might get an essay, other times you might get just one sentence as a precursor to the laser-focused audio delights that await below. First up, …

In 2003, I bought my first proper stereo system. It played CDs, had a twin-tape deck so I could record the pretend radio shows I spent hours on, a remote control and you could hook it up to a MiniDisc player. Two entire albums on a single…

Yeasayer Amen & Goodbye Yeasayer’s first two albums, All Hour Cymbals (2007) and Odd Blood (2010), came at a time when indie music and indie music journalism and blogging was in total overdrive. Bands like Dirty Projectors, MGMT…

As our series of Kanye West retrospectives reaches its conclusion, Louise Bruton reflects on that time Yeezy embraced his god complex to the fullest, delivering a rich, challenging and important record that brings a hushed conversation to…

Rihanna ANTI As ANTI opens with the slow dancehall rhythm on ‘Consideration’ and Rihanna in full Barbadian flow, you’d expect ANTI to be just another typical Rihanna album. Another typical Rihanna album would not be a bad thing, of…

Back in the 90s, blockbuster movies got blockbuster songs. It was part and parcel and before the big summer movies were even released, you’d be singing their songs in the great build up. In a world that still used dial-up internet, movie…

When I was trying to arrange an interview with music video director Bob Gallagher, he had one request; we were to go somewhere that serves Fat Frogs. Unfortunately, due to scheduling conflicts, we never made it to a pub but Bob upheld the…

The doe-eyed Hozier (25) takes to the stage, clad all in black, and before he begins the chart-burning ‘Take Me To Church’, that he wrote himself, he peers out under his mane of luscious, beach hair to take in the crowd and smiles quietly…