Luke Haines (the Auteurs, Black Box Recorder) thinks Ty had a little Marc in his heart.
Luke Haines (the Auteurs, Black Box Recorder) may not be much for the Fab Four, but he’s certainly down with Yoko Ono.
Luckily, Head Carrier delivered.
Sorry Radiohead. Sorry Bowie. It’s all about those fantastic Monkee voices.
Sadly, it was cockless and weak as a runt child's piss.
Our middle-aged writer takes on the massive boy band's latest—but turns down the iPod lest any music leak out and people think he's creepy and mental.
Forster sounds agog with the possibilities that life has to offer on his first release in seven years — and his hair is still excellent.
Luke Haines detests reunited bands as much as anybody, but "Gunga Din" is the Libertines' redemption song. All is forgiven, Pete ‘n’ Carl.
Mr. Haines was prepared to dislike FFS but concludes, "If you don't like it, you are either a lobotomised eunuch or a British restaurant critic."
We’re not going to mince words: this piece is just Luke Haines mercilessly ripping on Noel Gallagher.
Maybe Aphex Twin is a sphinx without a riddle. Maybe pop can't really sound new again. Maybe Syro is best heard with the volume down low.
Every year on the 26th of December in Clovis, New Mexico, a pageant takes place. It is known as the Real Feast of St. Steven. Hundreds of...
What have almost all new bands/musicians in the UK got in common? Hype. Seemingly the only way to launch the "career" of a new artist. The music...