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Nothing, says ANDY HEDGECOCK, can rescue this undistinguished amalgam of ponderous melodrama and shallow philosophical speculation
Culture Matters: Why I’m something of an unashamed Lush (fan)
by James Walsh
JAMIE BRITTON invites readers to visit 3,500 locals as part of a marathon artistic pub crawl
JOHN GREEN welcomes a valuable and incisive analysis of a world become hyperpolitical but without the mass movement institutions to represent it
JAMES WALSH is moved by a provocative and original take on the relationship between ecology and architecture, and a plea to work with, not against, the materials and minerals of our world
An immersive, participatory display by a queer Australian Aboriginal performer, and a rebellious unravelling of traditional Scottish dance
“James, I always knew you were a shoegaze fan.” Ulp. Busted.
I’m at a converted railway station in east London, having just watched the triumphantly reformed Lush, who hadn’t played live for 20 years.
They split for a tragic reason — the suicide of drummer Chris Acland in 1996. They didn’t announce their split for another two years but as far as singer and guitarist Miki Berenyi was concerned, it was over.
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