In her poetry ‘scrapbook’, Useless Magic, Florence Welch – lead singer of beloved indie rock band Florence & the Machine – tells us she doesn’t know what makes a song a song or a poem a poem, that “they have started to bleed into each other”.
by Adam Drazsky What goes into lyrics, and what does a musician’s writing reveal about their artistic development? David Bowie’s near five-decade career had its ups and downs, matched, in striking ways, […]
by Emily McKinney Think you’ve never met a ghost? Think again. As foretold by Dickens, the ‘Ghosts of Christmas’ haunt us each year. The Christmas song comes out of hiding in November […]
by Emily McKinney When Kanye West told us that he “missed the old Kanye” did he really mean the old Kanye? Or did he mean the old, old Kanye – the nineteenth-century […]
The Guardian broke the news. They announced the print death of the New Musical Express. Perhaps there’s some cruel irony in the fact that it was an online article that announced its […]
Dave Malloy’s cult classic Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812 opens by admitting that this adaptation of a certain ‘complicated Russian novel’ cannot capture the scope of its source material, […]
Grime star Stormzy has collaborated with Penguin Random House to publish a ‘new generation of voices.’ Aimed at increasing literary diversity within Britain, this imprint can only be a good thing. But, […]
