A quote from DJ Pete Tong has been haunting me for weeks. He declared that modern listening habits are tantamount to “just watching the best scenes from a movie.”
This quote came in response to a survey conducted by Nat...
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A quote from DJ Pete Tong has been haunting me for weeks. He declared that modern listening habits are tantamount to “just watching the best scenes from a movie.”
This quote came in response to a survey conducted by Nat...
When I was growing up, I read a lot of Hunter S. Thompson essay collections. I adored his essays about being on the political campaign trail. Bouncing from village community centres to big city diners. From playgrounds to the long meandering bus rides, democracy felt alive and constantly in motion.
Some of the writing felt like an abstract reality show about an office ...
Quick reminder: The Neptune Prize, our alternative to the Mercury Prize is coming. It feels more needed than ever this year. Stay tuned for updates.
The Mercury Prize wasn’t meant to be the twin of the BRIT Awards – if anything, it was designed to be an antagonist of sorts. This was its aim upon its inception in 1992, the brainchild of Virg...
To paraphrase Leonard Cohen, the Government don't really care about music, do they? Or do they?!
For years, The Tories endlessly pushed STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics) and seemed to move the arts to the bottom of the pile, scorning a group of workers who tend to be some of the most left wing when they head to the polls.
It feels less blea...
I saw inside my friend’s car for the first time the other week and it was littered with CDs. They were scattered all over the seats as if a glass box full of them had broken and exploded over his car interior, and a neater collection lined his glove box. A copy of Bob Dylan’s Blonde On Blonde fell out when he opened one of the doors. This was how I learned he liked B...