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In 1949, Arthur Miller’s seminal play Death Of A Salesman called time on the popular cultural dominance of the male. For the first time, the Y chromosome was outed as…

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If you drink enough Jack Daniel’s you’ll enjoy any band you see afterwards. However, although the drinks giant has laid on this evening’s entertainment at a beautiful, picturesque venue close…

Nice to see Hard-Fi ditching their toe-curling forays into sounding exactly like Carter USM in favour of coming up with something a little more, well, Hard-Fi-ish this time round. And…

A year ago, this Manc trio were the toast of A&R-ville, playing their drum machine-backed indiepop in front of fluttering chequebooks. Given that they’re a band that sound like a…

Richard Archer was wary of placing this on ‘Stars Of CCTV’. His reticence was well-placed, however, if only because the band would later use it to buoy up their mediocre…

First, some perspective. The suburbs – those semi-mythical cultural outposts built upon red bricks, re-mortgages and dreams of retirement that have long irked the ire of anyone with the misfortune…

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You’ve got to love the suburbs. Well, not actually love the Hemel Hempsteads, Croydons or Brentwoods themselves, because let’s face it, they’re excruciatingly dull towns of identikit shopping centres and…

Blue spotlights strafe the Astoria on the hunt for reprobates, deviants and social malcontents on the loose, finding about a thousand. We’re on every midnight street corner, back alley and…

Lock up your iPods, Middle England: here come Generation Asbo. Scowling into rock’s Bluewater with their disco-sequinned hoodies pulled over their brows and glowstick ankle tags flashing, Hard-Fi watch the…

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