JAMIE BRITTON recommends that we all buy at least two copies of a remarkable book of poems
WE ARE now in the era of Spotify Unwrapped. This is the zeitgeist of the streaming giant that encourages users to share which musicians they’ve not been giving their money to the most often over the past 12 months.
Out there, away from the algorithms, it’s been a good year.
The one overriding theme? Death, best encapsulated by Lisa O’Neill’s extraordinary album, All This Is Chance. Folk meets dirt meets cinematic doom, O’Neill’s singular voice manifests birds and dreams in February, the bleakest of months.
New releases from Kneecap, Sam Blasucci, and Juni Habel
WILL STONE takes a ticket to indie disco heaven, but misses the rarely performed tunes
TOM STONE checks the political coordinates of a festival where the pleasures of nostalgia were (sometimes) harnessed to a new message
New releases from Allo Darlin’, Loyle Carner and Mike Polizze


