Phil Collins pretends to be a cockney fishmonger and listens to people having sex through hotel walls. This is not a joke.
Category: Music
A real dog’s breakfast of tunes to enjoy in the dog days of summer.
Podcasts, Netflix, and all the other ways we’re currently squandering our precious lives.
Chester Bennington did what we were all trying to do. He turned his trauma into art. He did it in a way that seemed like it was meant for us, like he was one of us losers. Because it was real to him.
This is as close as I’ve ever gotten to gushing about an album on this blog.
From A to (Jay-)Z, here’s a roundup of the month’s new releases.
That big drum roll part isn’t as good as you all think that it is.
Whoever wrote this is a real Trent-setter.
…I’m sorry.
We say hello to our new contributor and say SMELL-O to most of this week’s music.
Now with more magical Toronto experiences!
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