The year was 2002. I didn’t have a smartphone to google what exactly a Coupe de ville was, but my young heart understood the sentiment. I too had known the agony of Brokenheartsville. I’d been there when I’d spotted Tony talking to the new girl at college. So yes, here’s to the past they could indeed... Continue Reading →
Sarah Darling: On Brits, Branching out, and Broken Pledges [+ COMPETITION]
Sarah Darling has landed in the UK. Again. She spent most of last year recording her new album over here and, it seems, she still likes us. "British men dress nice and you can say anything in that accent and it would just sound perfect." I’ve never had my cockney voice described as ‘perfect’, so... Continue Reading →