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Feature: There’s more to Manchester than Pout

We take a look at some nights looking to make waves in 2012.

Column: The British Invasion

The Beatles’ hit songs, sharp suits and mop-top haircuts sent American girls wild.

Column: Store Street is dead. Long live Store Street.

Store Street strained under the weight of so many great acts that at times it looked liked it could get no better.

Column: A Visual Revolution

The release of The Chemical Brothers’ debut film proves the music industry can seem more alive than you think.

Why I love… Jazz

This is a music that dares to be different, every single night.

Column: Baby, Baby, Baby… Ohh Wait, Maybe Not.

Music Editor Tom Geddes takes a look at whether anybody comes away from Justin Bieber’s baby scandal without looking terrible.

Column: Top of the Flops?

Gone are the gender bending days of Culture Club. You’ve just got to wear a suit of lamb chops and you’re halfway to number one.

Column: Loutallica

Is this worst possible collaboration album in the history of mankind?

Column: The Day I Learned to Hate

Christmas Day 1999 was a day of contrasts for me. On one hand, I finally got a PlayStation and a BMX scooter, which made my nine-year-old head explode. I’d have been happy with these, more than happy in fact, but there was another present to open, which had a distinct, CD shaped look about it. “Great”, I thought to myself. I’d just started getting into music and I was happy to think that my sister had noticed my growing interest in AC/DC, Motörhead and Metallica.

Column: What are the odds?

It’s a wild life for us music journalists, constantly rubbing elbows with the stars. Nearly every week, we’re barraged with requests to meet the pinnacles of musical excellence. Imagine such treats as interviewing the occasional fill in keyboardist of a local rising band, or chatting on the phone with somebody you’ve been assured is next year’s big thing; we’re just too lucky. Occasionally however, outside of busy journalistic hours, your glowing aura of musical obsession helps you stumble upon an amazing chance meeting and it’s at these times you remind yourself why you bloody love music.

Column: A Piece of Meat

What separates a drunkard eating a kebab and Lady Gaga? I ask this question on the basis that both will eventually arrive at a party covered in meat.

Column: What would Fiddy do?

Twitter is, at times, a beautiful thing. In its short history it has been used to document the horrendous events of the Iranian election, bypass the censorship of several oppressive countries and, perhaps most importantly, keep Stephen Fry entertained whilst he was trapped in a lift. Despite this, there is also a dark side to […]

Column: The Jonas Brothers Are Good For Music

Recently, I found myself sat in front of a Freeview box with friends and alcohol, begrudgingly watching the worst music channels on TV (You know the ones; channels with titles like Mega Tunes TV or Hit Land). All delightfully cheesy and vaguely tolerable, until, a few beers in, the corner of the screen lit up […]