Few bands have managed to capture the emotional landscape of a generation quite like Coldplay. Since their debut in the late 1990s, the British quartet has evolved from introspective indie rockers to global icons, while maintaining a sound that is deeply emotive, universally relatable, and unmistakably theirs.

Motion’s disappearance also carries serious historical weight. It emerged from the squat rave movement of the 1980s, where DJs squatted vacant spaces across the UK drawing tribes of people with a shared rebellious spirit. These raves existed in liminal spaces on the edges of legality and society, where a melting pot of cultures enjoyed many genres of music collectively.

Truly inclusive music spaces are not just about access – they're about authenticity, risk-taking, and community. In these spaces, music becomes a way to unlearn societal constraints and connect more deeply. Music is often a gate-kept world – privileging formal training, tradition and neurotypical ways of communicating. So many people feel locked out: disabled people, neurodivergent folks, those from working-class or global majority backgrounds, queer and trans artists. Inclusive music spaces disrupt this pattern by inviting everyone to create and be heard.

Festival season has begun. You can feel it in the air, thick with about-time-tent upgrades, group chats named "Glasto Gals 2025", new-age wellies with sustainable soles, high street shops with FSTVL SZN stock, persistent checking of BBC, Met Office and iPhone weather apps (putting trust in the sunniest and driest) and essentials-only shopping lists ft. breakfast bars, wet wipes, tinnies. 

The fact that Chappell Roan became so famous after flying under the radar for years says something about the need for queer artists (and people generally) to be their authentic selves. However, being yourself in the limelight comes at a price. Since the human brain is an extremely malleable thing, it’s not surprising that becoming a celebrity can have drastic effects on a person's mentality. 

It feels like every summer we are faced with a seeming abundance of festivals, but the reality is, it is harder than ever before to organise a festival. For as new festivals open, a number of older ones close forever. 

Music is a powerful art form. It has the ability to connect us to other people, surpass language barriers, resurface emotions, and impact upon brain waves. So, why do we take away its power by feeling the need to judge others for their music taste?

So many celebrity deaths seem to arise from years of alcohol and drug battles. Some indirectly, some more absolute. For many fame is the flame that lights the fire, for others a safehouse for the dysfunction of addiction.

The word imposter has some rather duplicitous connotations. On one hand, it conjures images of caricature villains from cheesy pantomimes, TV shows and films, revealed in a hyper exaggerated manner. You know the kind of thing: "I'd have got away with it if it weren't for you meddling kids", et cetera. The other side of the coin is a mental health issue that has only entered the public consciousness in recent memory.

At a festival, you’re almost guaranteed to have something outrageous happen either to you, your friend, or your friend’s friend. When you combine a myriad of different, excitable people from around the country (or world!) who may or may not be on drugs, what else do you expect?

An audiophile; an individual that is deeply passionate, exacting, and even obsessed with high fidelity audio. These notoriously pedantic creatures can often be found snuffling for truffles in the darkest corners of record shops the world over, uttering phrases such as "oh that's a first pressing" and "Led Zeppelin 1! Oh, but it's not got the original purple label".

If your room was covered wall to wall in pull out posters from the latest issue of Kerrang!, this one’s for you.

I’m sure we’ve all heard someone say “music saved my life” at some point, and whilst it might sound like something of a cliché it is actually true. Music has several positive effects on our mental wellbeing; helping to alleviate stress, enhance memory, stimulate emotion and soothe the soul.

When I fell in love with my spouse over ten years ago, despite already knowing I was polyamourous, I didn’t expect to fall in love that hard again.

I won’t bore you with the gory details of my ‘un-love’ life, suffice it to say that the pattern of falling for boys, uniformed or otherwise, continued into my teens…I had unrequited love down like a pro and could have written a book or vlogged about it if the internet had been invented.