Who would be the usual suspects? Reading groups, maybe. Bookshops and libraries, definitely. Book bloggers, with their ever-rising influence, worth a try. Local media, yes. And the review sections of the national press, a cert....
Read Moren his publicity shots, Ólafur Arnalds looks like a model in a Topshop advert. But at his concert at the Royal Northern College of Music he was more rugged, befitting someone who had spent two weeks travelling and sleeping...
Read MoreIn the city of the dead, life is to be found in abundance. It finds strong voice in the tiny throats of the many species of songbirds who abide here all year round; it finds purpose in the lives of busy squirrels, of furtive...
Read MoreI am not often allowed to listen to The Best of The Jam. This is because a while back, during a particularly high peak of euphoria, I played Going Underground repeatedly, singing aloud through tears of rage and joy. Fearful of...
Read MoreTypical. You wait ages for a sassy redhead to strut her stuff in town, then two show up at once. But a discerning audience eschewed the attractions of Rihanna at the Arena to celebrate the, shall we say a tad more mature,...
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