Grid of Points – A ambient meditation on silence and absence
Grouper’s latest album, recorded in the middle of a cold snap, sees them moving more towards piano and vocals, in a guarded display of intimacy.
Grouper’s latest album, recorded in the middle of a cold snap, sees them moving more towards piano and vocals, in a guarded display of intimacy.
Monáe steps out of Cindy Mayweather’s shadow in her most powerful album yet.
Hank finally got his shit together sufficiently to write the third and final installment of Felix Music’s history of the nittiest, grittiest genre that’s ever graced a recording booth. Unfortunately, he still can’t write consistent titles.
Tate Modern’s Shape of Light exhibition is a great history lesson in abstract photography, but neglects contemporary post-1970s technology and artwork.
The National Theatre’s production of Rodney King’s bawdy mediation on isolation, Absolute Hell, has moments of magic, but they are few and far between in the bloated structure.
V&A’s exhibition explores the history of fashion, from its environmental cost to sustainable eco-fashion today.
Despite sounding like a bad April fool’s joke, the collaborative album between Sting and Shaggy is actually surprisingly decent collision between artistry and meme.
Gyre & Gimble effortlessly fuse cutting-edge puppetry with Max Richter’s beautifully recomposed rendition of The Four Seasons.
Matthew Lopez’ reimagining of Howard’s End attempts to be present a grand unified theory of what it means to be gay in America today.
The Tate Modern take us through one of the most important years of Picasso’s life, examining how he reacted to the world around him through his work.
Following on from his critically-acclaimed 4 Your Eyez Only, J. Cole’s latest release, KOD, is marked by mature lyrical content, but is hampered by sloppy technique.
Superb directing, solid acting, and the importance of a good script.