Luke Haines

When Covid rampaged through the world like a Viking raid of death-cult realtors, the world was suddenly shorn of live music

I tend to associate Christmas music with the records I received as gifts when I was a kid

In the Eighties, Japan had prosperity, optimism, loads of bizarre porn and the solace of technological gadgetry

Where there’s pop, there’s hype — and there’s nothing wrong with that

It’s a real shame the Christmas flexis have not had a proper, all-on-one album release

Farewell to the father of reggae

Our rock critic has made an album with R.E.M.’s Peter Buck. Here he explains how…

By 1969, Churchill was dead and the Kinks, as an album group, were toast

Natalie Cole had an instant pocket pop career. Her family, she said, were like ‘the black Kennedys’; and look how the Kennedys turned out

‘Motörhead, remember me now’

Raising the goblet of rock