Yellow Peril review | Nat Myers flips peril to power
On Yellow Peril, Nat Myers addresses anti-Asian narratives through blues and poetry on an album that's really about “Yellow Power”.
On Yellow Peril, Nat Myers addresses anti-Asian narratives through blues and poetry on an album that's really about “Yellow Power”.
Examining the rise of film adaptations as musicals and their implications on modern attitudes towards art, culture, and entertainment.
Paper straws continue to plague society, heralded as a “green” product when they are simply greener than their plastic predecessor. Instead of comparing the two, it’s time to shift the needle towards outlawing single-use straws altogether, recognising them as the infantalising and superfluous scourge that they are.
There is a new journalistic form sweeping across Britain. It is known simply as the “Compo Face”, and it's equally horrendous as it is glorious.
This week, footage emerged of American sex offender Nicholas Alahverdian (also known as Nicholas Rossi) putting on a comically bad performance as a British and Irish man named Arthur Knight - at least it might be funny, if he wasn’t, you know, a convicted sex offender, domestic abuser and alleged rapist.
I tried to join Andrew Tate’s War Room and become one of the budding prophet’s disciples. It’s a shame, therefore, for a charlatan with such lofty ambitions, that The War Room is such a rubbish scam.
It’s a rainy Thursday morning at the start of what looks to be a particularly British (read: terrible) April, so of course the Elizabeth Line, now just over ten months old, smells of wet dog.
Are mental health documentaries about celebrities authentic or are they manufactured, cashing in on modern society's compulsion to open up about mental health?
Pedro Pascal has become the internet’s “Daddy” but Emma Flint argues we should treat male actors with the same respect we demand for women.
To mark Saint Patrick’s day, we sent the long-suffering Archie Brydon on a quest to sample some of London’s best pints of Guinness.
The middle-class flock to online supermarket site Ocado to praise and criticise products with reckless abandon. It makes for rather entertaining reading.