Issue 40

Spring Rave Round-Up; Your Quarterly Guide To The Empty Dance floor

Mr Hands' boundless energy is a wonder to behold, and there's something wholly appropriate about the entire ritual: a more accomplished parody of rock music than the likes of Steve Coogan or Christopher Guest ever quite managed. With extra bong hits.

Scarlett Johansson - Anywhere I Lay My Head

For years I've taken for granted that this flurry of idolisation, the famous candlelit invitation from Scientology and half the world noisily wanking itself inside out must somehow have been justified by Ms Johansson's work. It was genuinely a bit difficult not to expect some kind of a masterpiece from my first encounter.

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