Is it Gem’s frozen nature that makes me feel encased in glass? Or is it my own detachment that keeps me from finding a way in?
It’s the difference between internet porn and actual sex, between Beavis and Bolaño, amusement and art.
You may not hear a better heavy metal album all year than Beyoncé 4.
Better a nit-picking, list-making, album-ranking Hornbyite geek than a groupie
I’m sceptical of the patronising and reductive idea that men and women appreciate music in intrinsically different ways
Imagine if the music critic in Almost Famous had been female. Any chance at all she wouldn’t have been portrayed as a groupie?