Forever

I worry about Haim. Given that I’ve previously confessed worrying about Iggy Azalea, it’s fair to think I expend too much concern on successful pop stars. But with Haim, it’s worry tinged with guilt; they do know what we’re like, don’t they? Somebody has told them? Because they’re an American act who found their first … Continue reading

Work

I like a female rapper the same way I like piano, the particular sound effortlessly hitting a predetermined sweet spot in my brain. And I like a dirty female rapper best of all, spitting out cooly metered filth to the beat. Princess Superstar, Azealia Banks, Lil’ Kim, Missy Elliott, Nicki Minaj when she’s being an … Continue reading