Author name: Pruneface

Oasis’ much-vaunted comeback will obviously and inevitably be a risible exercise in meticulously stage-managed, money-grabbing nostalgia, and yet, despite my […]

I’ve long had a soft spot for Haim, but against my better judgement, because there’s something of the stroppy, obscenely

It’s strange that people associate the Beach Boys with carefree, sun-drenched California surfin’ because, if you want my opinion, Pet

Apparently you’re not really allowed to have an opinion on rock music unless you’re au fait with foundational acts of

The Rolling Stones were fucked up drug-addled minor royalty by 1972. They’d been ejected from the United Kingdom due to

Well, this is awkward. I’m two albums into the Rolling Stones’ so-called “classic run” and I’m already distinctly underwhelmed by

Fuck me, all those sixties guitar wankers going on and on and on about how the Rolling Stones, the Beatles,

I am only tangentially familiar with miserable, rain-drenched Scottish post-punk band the Jesus and Mary Chain because (a) they were

Annie Lennox long struck me as a strange proposition – a tall, pale, willowy, otherworldly, short-haired fierce-as-fuck Scottish ice queen,