Banging On

We would like to apologise to Fatboy Slim, Christopher Walken, 12-Chinned Janet, the entire population of Hull, and funk soul brothers everywhere

If you find yourself standing next to our professed columnist at a gig – trust us, you’ll know – we’d advise you to calmly sidle away…

In desperate need of a sugar fix, our self-styled columnist is heading for Electronic Sound HQ. Not again. Excuse us while we lock up the biscuits and batten down the hatches

This month, our intrepid columnist gets to grips with podcasts – or not

Posh toffs and banjos? King Charles III raving it up?? Looks like our wayward columnist has finally gone royally mad

And this, gentle reader, is what happens when a grown man spends an entire weekend listening to Chuck Berry’s ‘My Ding-A-Ling’ on repeat…

This month, our regular columnist has locked himself away in the stationery cupboard with a huge pile of letters from readers…

Our arse-end-of-the-mag columnist tackles the deadly serious subject of techno, techno, techno, techno

Our back-page columnist reveals his incredible knowledge of football. And pies.