Almost a year into the pandemic, a 400-film collage is now reflecting our overwhelming reality, rather than offering any release. Igor Fishman writes on 'Just Don't Think I'll Scream', and how the fun of binge-watching has started to curdle
Almost a year into the pandemic, a 400-film collage is now reflecting our overwhelming reality, rather than offering any release. Igor Fishman writes on 'Just Don't Think I'll Scream', and how the fun of binge-watching has started to curdle
In the fourth (and supposedly final) instalment of Mick Harvey's Serge Gainsbourg albums, Jeremy Allen finds a fitting culmination to an unprecedented 22 years of dedication to the deceased French icon – not just a satisfying end, but a promising jumping off point, too
At this year's annual Bognor pilgrimage, Patrick Clarke finds a Suede on compellingly romantic form (even for Suede), a rampant Killing Joke (accompanied by rampant Killing Joke merchandise), and a strange reverence for Butlin's tradition. Photographs by Maria Jefferis