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This album, while not very forthright initially, has been sucking me in for three weeks now. With its silky piano, with its classy yet non...

The Academy Awards cease to exist the moment the last winner is announced. After that - nobody cares, total void. You would be hard presse...

The greatest miracle of my travelling summers took place in the small town of Consuegra, by the windmills of Miguel de Cervantes. The day ...

Some of the most evocative pages I've had the pleasure to read come from the final chapter of Stephen Kotkin's breathtaking biogra...

Robert Pollard may not need anybody, but he does need Tobin Sprout. Desperately: It has become an annual ritual, listening to a new...

It is with great fondness that I recollect my first pub experience. Ages ago, in a pub outside Birmingham, I happened to make a fool of my...

Colfax . I don't think I can start a Delines review with any other word. Colfax was not simply a great album, but, for me, one of the...