Many parallels could be made between these 'unprecedented times' and other apocalyptic occurrences: there's that story about the band that kept playing on as t...
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How ecstatically did you celebrate leaving 2020 behind? Did you ask for the quick return of live shows as the clock ...
This is it, folks, the last Bonjour Motherfuckers of 2020. We've made it through this weird-ass year, and even though we haven't got the faintest idea of whate...
I don't exactly remember how things played out in previous years, but the fact that we're in early November and most sites are already starting to put their En...
In case you hadn't heard, there was a festival that did go ahead this Summer: the 11th edition of Rock In The Barn took place in September, with acts like Domb...
Ah yes, here we are in gold-tainted September, ready to dive back into our grim routines with the added joy of a doomsday reality that bright sunshiny days in ...
It's a cruel, cruel Summer, but someone was telling me the other day that it actually felt like May. This has nothing to do with the weather whatsoever — the c...
It's starting to feel more and more like a faux départ, isn't it? Somehow we had been mutely promised this Summer would have a much-needed silver lining to it,...
Coming back to semi-unconfined life after so much time in lockdown with limited human contact can be as tricky as learning to walk again after healing from a b...
Yes, you read right: this is your beloved column coming back to life, fittingly in a time when we all seem to be lacking good news on a daily basis. Since live...