A novel by Argentinian Jorge Consiglio, a personal dictionary by Uruguayan Ida Vitale, and poetry by Mexican Homero Aridjis
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Homo erectus, here I come
Thanks to the brilliant Isolation Festival, I'm now a fully qualified tech neanderthal and ready to rise to the next online evolutionary challenge
MIK SABIERS savours the first headline solo show of the stalwart of Brighton’s indie-punk outfit Blood Red Shoes
New releases reviewed by IAN SINCLAIR
STEVEN ANDREW is moved beyond words by a historical account of mining in Britain made from the words of the miners themselves
CAILEAN MCBRIDE welcomes a refreshing and timely study of the way officialdom creates structures that exclude LGBT+ rights and humanity
The bard mourns the loss of comrades and troubadours, and looks for consolation with Black Country Jess
CHRIS MOSS relishes the painting and the life story of a self-taught working-class artist from Warrington
HUGE congratulations to organisers Joe Solo, Pete Yen and Matt Hill for the brilliant We Shall Overcome Isolation Festival, broadcast online on Facebook Live for 12 hours last Saturday.
It reached tens of thousands of people, introduced us all to many wonderful performers we had never seen before and, at the time of writing, has raised over £26,600 for Pauline Town’s initiative to help the homeless in Ashton-under-Lyne.
And it helped me reach hitherto unknown reaches of the internet stratosphere — to boldly go where this old punk rocker had never gone before.
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After storming hundreds if not thousands of barns and some such up and down Britain and overseas over the last 30 years, ATTILA THE STOCKBROKER stops, if only for a nanosecond, to reminisce about the faithful bunch at his side all those years that are the inimitable Barnstormers
The Secretary of State for Digital, Culture, Media and Sport's announcement that there'll be visa-free touring for musicians in some European countries is a beyond a joke
These are my choices, according to the Tories, should my arts career go tits-up. I’m not impressed.
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