Reviews

The Viagra Boys are never easy listening. But I found them particularly hard in the weeks leading up to Election Day in the United States. (More…)

Whoever said it’s easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of capitalism (Slavoj Žižek and Frederic Jameson are both blamed,) it’s a quote that has legs because it’s true. (More…)

A Hero’s Death is like a favourite shirt, the sort that makes you feel better about your place in the world just by putting it on. (More…)

Rob Halford is from Walsall, situated in the UK’s Black Country. Of that, there can be no doubt. (More…)

It’s hard to imagine a more incongruous setting to hear the music of Sault than the one I found myself in this week. As I drove the unfamiliar streets in and around Salt Lake City, international capital of the Mormon religion and one of the most stereotypically white places on the planet, they provided the soundtrack. (More…)

The middle class is the quintessential American category. It’s of foundational significance, although it is only since the Reagan era that it has had its current degree of political cachet. (More…)

It’s tragically appropriate that Mark Fisher, whose work was so deeply engaged with the idea of hauntology, about the persistence of the past, should speak to us from beyond the grave. (More…)

Nayda!, the debut album from Bab L’Bluz, demonstrates the virtue of running towards trouble instead of away from it. (More…)

Long gone are the days of walk-ins from sailors on shore leave or drunken bridesmaids. Now it is all about booking months in advance, getting tested for COVID-19 and being respectful of everyone’s safe space.  A tattoo has become one mistake too expensive, and, potentially dangerous, to get without proper consideration. (More…)