Album review: 1814, Covers Album
This album by Far North reggae band 1814 is the soundtrack to the best garage party and sing-a-long you're ever likely to be invited to.
This album by Far North reggae band 1814 is the soundtrack to the best garage party and sing-a-long you're ever likely to be invited to.
The Pixies' Black Francis and his long-time mate and songwriter Reid Paley team up for an album that can be rambling, intense, and then uplifting - sometimes all within one song.
The idea that someone other than Shakespeare wrote Shakespeare's works is rooted in intellectual snobbery...
From Wayne Wang, the director of The Joy Luck Club, comes another melodrama based on female friendships that span generations.
"I wasn't born a beauty queen but I'm okay with that. Maybe radio won't mind if I sing a little flat" Gin jibes on album opener and first single Black Sheep.
A packed Powerstation saluted three New Zealand groups with roots in the ’70s on Saturday night.
The Naked and Famous worked the Powerstation with all the passion and torment and joy that their songs deserve on Friday night.
After almost a decade with no new material it's a surprise to find California indie-rockers Primus (who did the original theme to South Park) still around.
They want to be big. They want to be huge. Midnight Youth are trying so hard to become New Zealand's biggest rock band you can almost see it etched into their foreheads.
Janis Joplin would scare the daylight out of most sleeve-sucking, infantile women pop singers cluttering the charts and few have taken her as a role model.
Allison Pearson's witty novel about the trials of juggling motherhood and a career, I Don't Know How She Does It, was adapted by The Devil Wears Prada screenwriter Aline Brosh McKenna.
On his fifth album proper, quintessentially British hip-hop artist Roots Manuva has gone all out. The first thing you notice is that it's 19 tracks long, stretching to almost an hour - which is lengthy in the age of 35-minute, no-filler wonders.
Beastwars’ Matt Hyde saw The Hellacopters play Squid in Auckland on 20 October 1998.
John Rowles, the half-Maori/half-Irish Kawerau Kid blessed with a commanding stature and physique, film idol looks, dandy style and that voice, skyrocketed to the top of the world music scene in 1968.
Reading Airini Beautrais' new collection, Western Line, fills me with joy - through what words can do and through the avenues poetry makes available.
Towards the end of his rambling diary of a road trip through his native country, Garth Cartwright engages in a sly piece of critic-proofing sophistry.