TL;DR: moving to calliepetch.com on Friday, site’s gonna be weird for up to a month whilst I fix everything.
Emma Seligman’s feature debut is a near-essential carefully-observed cringe-fest of the highest order.
Demons, dragons, witches, and wolves.
Britain’s best band are braver, bolder and even better on a third LP only held back by uneven sequencing.
First Cow is a typically Kelly Reichardt take on the American Dream, for good and less good.
Lizards, Logans, lovers, and losers.
A lesson as to why first impressions aren’t everything.
“We’re competent adults” is not a substantive electoral strategy.
In a sea of similar UK art-punk outfits, Squid’s debut makes its impact via cohesive unpredictability and greater hooks than its contemporaries.
Flicks, fists, guns, and guitars.