The poetry of Gwendolyn Brooks, the academic work of Dr Donda West, and how Kanye was inspired by his late mother’s literal voice on ‘DONDA’.
On her album “Happier Than Ever”, Billie Eilish references an ancient Hindu poem to invoke a sense of corrupted innocence.
“Let’s Get The Party Started” comes at a time when punters are missing concerts more than ever. In these stressful and existential times, a mosh would do us some good.
A lyrical analysis of Kanye West’s relationship with his mother and family.
I can’t quite express the joy that rippled through me as I watched performer after performer take to the stage. In a gloriously glittery range of out-there outfits, each tantalising glimpse of LED-soaked choreo, avant-garde Francophone balladry or even awkward green-screen gaffes had me gagging for more. At long last, the rehearsals have begun forContinue reading “Good Evening, Europe // On Eurovision”
Yours and Owls Festival held in Wollongong, AU was the first taste of large scale live music in a post-COVID world. Here’s one writer’s perspective on how it all went down.
No more can be written of Sappho without assuming a certain reality that may or may not have existed, and really this is the nature of her mythology. That every element of her music is music-less is part of the Sapphic music. That Sappho’s lyre will never produce a tone again, stimulates the continuity of her music, the listening for what can’t be heard.
RuPaul’s Drag Race UK has helped a weary nation through one of the bleakest winters in memory. So eat your heart out Shakespeare, revise that speech Churchill, frankly shut up Boris, it’s the queens of Series 2 that are giving me most to feel patriotic about in 2021.
In today’s age of cancel culture and online woke-ness, one mysterious internet memelord has taken a stand against a media institution. As a result, his unique 28 year-old male voice, possibly one of the last bastions of truth and justice in the Australian media landscape, has been silenced.
The most valuable seven inches of polyvinyl chloride were pressed into shape over and over again in 1965 before the twenty-third of December, at a plant most likely somewhere in Detroit, Michigan.