Star Wars: The Force Awakens Review

A decade ago, the Star Wars franchise for all intents and purposes, looked relegated to a children's television series, an expanded universe so deep and large that it was nearly impossible to grasp, the odd, decent game (and a few that should have been flung into the Death Star's core) and a series of web reviews by a senile murderer from New Jersey, which eviscerated the prequel trilogy and provided infinitely more entertainment than they ever did.

Coldplay - A Head Full of Dreams Review

Whilst last year saw Coldplay release an album so mediocre, it was almost upsetting, A Head Full of Dreams sees the band return to the colourful, simple realms of pure pop and, whether it was Ghost Stories being that bad, A Head Full... is a surprising return to form on what has been alluded to as a final album.

Adele - 25 Review

It's been so long since Adele released an album, that this sporadically updated, poorly written and Freudian piece I call a blog wasn't even reviewing music releases. 

In the four year gap between 21 and 25, the twenty-seven year old became one of the only musicians to make the same money that record labels think musicians can still make, she released one of the better James Bond songs of the past twenty years (although I still like You Know My Name and I know that's wrong), but above all else; she stayed private, thus any return would salivate the press, her fans, your mum, everyone with what she had to offer.

So when Adele returned from normality with what the press dare say, a 'comeback' single called Hello, all the ISIS threats, all the social justice injustices and, well, just about everything, took a backburner for five minutes.

A Few Words on... Hurts - Surrender

I'd say I have a complicated relationship with Hurts, but that would imply I know them rather than simply enjoy their music, despite them sounding like a lot of the generic dross that refuses to leave the mainstream charts.

A Few Words on... Editors - In Dream

Before giving Editors fifth album a spin, I was pretty much settled on the idea that the record would be more of a continuation of the electronic, synth heavy In This Light and On This Evening rather than their good if sometimes flat americana fourth album The Weight of Your Love.

Ten Things Learnt from the First Ten Episodes of Dragon Ball Super

If you were to tell my younger self that Dragon Ball GT wouldn't be the end of Akira Toriyama's magnum opus and that a new series would take it's place, I'd probably write you off as one of the gullible idiots who believes in Dragon Ball AF and all the obviously fake recolours of Super Saiyan 5 (although ironically, a recolour does now make up a new power up).

If you were to tell myself that at your near thirties, you'd write an article on it because you have nothing better to do, I'd probably take up that drug addiction that always seemed out of my grasp, but alas, here we are, in 2015 with a 'sort-of' new Dragon Ball storyline in the form of Dragon Ball Super with ten points, observations and opinions of the new series (not for each episode, because we'd be here all day).

The Libertines - Anthems for Doomed Youth Review

The Libertines sit in a bizarre state of overexposed and mythical. The only band that I can think of to even come close to them is The Smiths and even that feels weird.

The foursome exploded on the NME scene with all the hallmarks of headline grabbing escapades away from the stage with the occasional glimmer of musical brilliance on it. Of course, I say foursome, but it was the song writing partnership of Barât/Doherty that was most intriguing.

Like their forefathers Lennon/McCartney, Marr/Morrissey and Sylvester/Tweety, it couldn't last and by the time their self-titled second album hit the big time, the working relationship of the pair had spectacularly exploded for all the world to see.

In the post Libertines world, the band struggled to either break their previous shackles or live up to them. Whilst it only took two years before the NME ditched their previous prodigal sons in favour of the Arctic Monkeys, Doherty kept the press entertained with his beleaguered, drug-induced antics until, they too, grew bored with him.