Luke Haines
When Covid rampaged through the world like a Viking raid of death-cult realtors, the world was suddenly shorn of live music
Peter Jackson’s new movie shows fans everywhere would swoon, but maybe they should just let it be
I tend to associate Christmas music with the records I received as gifts when I was a kid
In the Eighties, Japan had prosperity, optimism, loads of bizarre porn and the solace of technological gadgetry
Where there’s pop, there’s hype — and there’s nothing wrong with that
