British outfit the Kooks are more interested in their music than in the trappings of success – and excess – that typically accompany a band riding the crest of a wave.
‘‘Math rock? What’s math rock again?” I said. ‘‘Doesn’t it have something to do with time signatures?” my music journalist friend replied, a vague hope flaring in his eyes. ‘‘I think bands like Battles and Explosions in the Sky play it,” I added.
Moral turpitude - that was the 19th century phrase that was employed last week by the Department of Homeland Security, to prevent British artist Sebastian Horsley from entering the United States to promote his book, Dandy of the Underworld.
Eight years ago, when I was a student on an M Phil. in creative writing, I was given a piece of advice by a visiting literary agent. If us female students on the course wanted to become successful in publishing literary fiction, he said, we should ch
Hanif Kureishi, the acclaimed author of The Buddha Of Suburbia and the films Venus and My Beautiful Laundrette, is used to seeing profiles of himself in the newspapers. Nonetheless, an article published recently in the London Independent must have se
Imagine how strange it must be to be Martin McDonagh’s parents. Off you go to watch one of your son’s works and what are you confronted with? Stories about matricide (The Beauty Queen of Leenane, in which a daughter murders her mother with a poker).
The first text arrived just hours after the shortlist for this year’s Choice Music Prize was announced. ‘‘Turn your face to the wall,” it read. ‘‘No Future Kings of Spain? No A Lazarus Soul? Shame on you.” And with that (only half-joking) message, my
Who’d have thought it? Three weeks ago, the notion that Will.i.Am, the irritatingly-punctuated frontman of the Black Eyed Peas, would be the first pop star in recent times to release a politician-endorsing song that doesn’t make you want to chew off