Those controversial outfits. That awful humble-brag apology to Kendrick Lamar. And their virtually unlistenable Valentine's Day single, Spoons, an ode to having a cuddle in bed.

I first saw Sleater-Kinney at the Kings Arms in 2002 as a teen punk, back when the stage was barely a stage. I loved them so much I flew to Melbourne to see them again.

The local production of Henry V, with an all-female cast of 29, steers a path somewhere between the two extremes.

It's a dog-eat-dog world in this uncompromising reworking of John Gay's 1728 The Beggar's Opera.

Poetry and power merged as promised for Auckland Philharmonia Orchestra under the baton of young Spanish conductor Antonio Mendez.

It has taken me a while to process things in the aftermath of Zoolander 2.

After post-graduate studies in Sweden, McGregor has remained in that country, returning home in 2014 to tour with the four string players of her Dalecarlia Clarinet Quintet.

On record, Jeremih's smooth, sexed-up take on R&B sits somewhere between R Kelly and Miguel, his voice mixing with electronic bass tricks that feel so current it hurts.

If you liked the arched eyebrow of the dowager countess at Downton Abbey, you just have to get a load of this.

Prince wasn't the only purple-obsessed performer in town last night.

Prince showed he had more rhythm in his little finger than most humans during his last NZ concerts.

Death Cab For Cutie have been around the block since the 90s and yet this is only the band's second time performing in New Zealand and their first time in Auckland - needless to say, their long time fans were delighted to finally be seeing them.

Depending on your appetite for DIY, Our First Home is either the connoisseur's Block NZ or merely The Block NZ with all the boring bits left in.

The Bard's complex meditation on the power of love sparkles into life on a bare stage of compelling physical intimacy.

The Pop-up Globe's Twelfth Night gives an idea of the atmosphere at the original Globe Theatre over 400 years ago.

Director Christian Ditter has already tackled rom-coms with British film Love, Rosie, but in How to Be Single he goes from riffing on one relationship to wrangling a clutch of them, with the ensemble piece getting the better of him.

Viewed from here, where American football remains, for most of us, a curiosity, this film about a doctor who challenged the sports-entertainment industrial complex behind the game is something of a revelation.

"I added a couple of tracks." Did he what! Just two days before the extravagant release of The Life of Pablo, West's tweet revealed the addition of eight extra songs, taking his seventh album from a relatively concise 10 tracks to a whopping 18.

REVIEW: Haters were hoping Max Key would make a dick of himself on his radio debut. Instead, the Prime Minister's son was quietly determined to have a party.

Duncan Greive says TVNZ is serving up cliches.

A Sunday afternoon recital by the Tennant-Austin Duo provided a stylish launch for Auckland's concert year.

The elderly actress said the film was "glorious". Deadpool stars Reynolds as the snarky anti-hero from Marvel Comics.

This Pride Festival cabaret co-directed by Okareka Dance's Taiaroa Royal and Taane Mete is an enjoyable pick'n'mix of 14 diverse pieces, Janet writes.

This intriguing solo Pride show is misleadingly billed as "Real Housewives meets Krishnan's Dairy," Janet writes.

Cast of nine ensure laughs come thick and fast in satire on city's moneyed classes, Paul writes.

There was little about 2001's Zoolander that warranted a sequel, and yet here it is.

When Patricia Highsmith wrote The Price of Salt in 1952, its subject matter was so taboo that she needed to use a pseudonym, Claire Morgan.