Henry Yates

Henry Yates

Farewell, then, Axl Rose. Your UK and Ireland tour with Guns N’ Roses was just a flying visit, but true to form, you made it a memorable one, stripping the…

34 years after it began its almost infinite stint on the charts, a look back at Meat Loaf’s baffling and astonishingly successful ‘Bat Out Of Hell’. The music press loves…

As Paul Simon brings ‘Graceland’ to Hyde Park as part of the album’s 25th anniversary celebrations… 1It’s Prozac for the ears… Given that African music is forged in the face…

Well, this shouldn’t be too hard. After all, popular consensus states that Oasis were life-changing, then dog-shit, and surely all I have to do is fellate the first two albums,…

Sacred Cows is an occasional series in which NME writers question the critical consensus around revered albums. Here, Henry Yates wonders if The Velvet Underground’s debut deserves its hallowed status…

As Cher Lloyd gets booed off stage and pelted with bottles of urine at V Festival, Henry Yates wonders if bottling artists is ever justified I’m not a betting man.…

I felt a strange sensation at the press conference for Noel Gallagher’s solo album last week: anticipation. It’s a feeling I’ve not associated with the Gallaghers for, ooh… [checks watch]……

In rock ‘n’ roll, you are what you wear. Black T-shirt? That’s good. Black is the industry standard: the magnolia of metal. Denim jeans? That’s fine. Denim is the great…

Sacred Cows is an occasional series in which NME writers question the critical consensus around revered albums. Here, Henry Yates wonders if Radiohead’s ‘OK Computer’ deserves its hallowed status Yeah,…