We’re guessing if God were to write an arsey telegram to man it’d probably say something like “Stop mowing down the rainforest, you puny ’tards – that took me frippin’…

For a duo out to prove they’re not one-hit, beardy-weirdy wonders, these Essex boys don’t start well. With doll versions of themselves peeking out of the artwork of this debut…

A John Cooper Clarke for the Facebook generation (it says here), the Scroob continues to deliver highbrow meditations on love and life from his Hoxton pulpit (well, at least compared…

Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip

Ah, the old deck-clearing, icon-obliterating let’s-take-this-fucking-place-back-to-Year-Zero approach to pop. Not since The Clash demanded “No Elvis, Beatles or The Rolling Stones” in ‘1977’ has anyone slain as many sacred cows…