My boyfriend has been briefed; he’ll be eating alone tonight whilst I scoff Notes On A Conditional Form, a whopping 22 tracks, in the bedroom. He retreats with a wry smile, well-accustomed to these rituals. Listening to The 1975 threatens to conjure my seventeen-year-old self. They’re a band who try on genres like clothes, playfight... Continue Reading →
The 1975's bombastic self-isolation anthem Is it a bird? Is it a plane? The flaming fist of a vengeful deity? Perhaps a fleet of morbidly fascinated aliens back (with space snacks) for the next episode in Earth’s tragic mini-series? Trick question. It’s pop polymorphs, The 1975, digitally descending from the cloud to bless our weary... Continue Reading →
It’s hard to picture Isaac Dunbar, Gen Z’s dazzling alt-pop ascendant, juxtaposed against the quaint promontory of Cape Cod, Massachusetts, but that’s exactly where he is right now, self-isolating in his family’s New England home. For context; I’ve just watched the music video for makeup drawer where every pore of Dunbar shimmers silver and, later, a tiered... Continue Reading →
"Checking in with yourself isn't a secular, new age religion. It's accepting that life is both magical and a bewildering clusterfuck.You're going to need a good team. Make sure you're on it." As the winter sun sets on 2019 with an uncouth yawn, we find ourselves on the brink of not only a new year,... Continue Reading →
Mark Starling's new gay footballer themed play Target Man closes the King's Head Theatre's Queer Season in London later this month. Ahead of the production's limited six performance run, The Queer Review's James Kleinmann spoke with one of the play's lead actors Mateo Oxley about his role as England goalie Joel. Oxley also talks understudying... Continue Reading →
