‘On the Rocks’ is a wine-tasting, and there’s chocolate cake too.

Again.

It feels proper good to see Tottenham Hotspur playing with intent, hunger, and desire again - and (yes) for Jose Mourinho.

With some persuasion, Bazzi shares a poem. We analyse it like a coupla (ahem) pros.

I Know This Much is True isn’t so much ‘must-see TV’ as it is another vital statement from the director on the nature of trauma. 

Wayne is a gifted novelist, working scene and mood like components of a stringed instrument … but.

El Loco’s got Leeds United looking armed and dangerous - like they’re bloody well supposed to.

HBO’s Betty is the purest small- or big-screen experience you’re going to have this year.

It’s Paris versus Munich in the Champions League Final tonight, and also Impure Romance versus Brutal Efficiency.

Boldy James’ first release from under the Griselda banner gets to its points quickly, stylishly, brutally.

Notes on the not-so-subtle art of self-quarantine.

In ‘Chapter III: Farmer’s Day in Requiem’, Bazzi comes to God, sort of, in an attempt to conquer time.

In ‘Chapter 2: Road Trippin’ to the Kafue’, Bazzi grapples with matters of manhood and nationhood, like any decent grown-up should.

In ‘Chapter 1: His Humblenesss Declares the Bush a Place of Dissent’, a man called Bazzi answers the call of the wilderness.

De Bruyne superlatives; the end of the Messi era at Barca possibly; and the demise of Tottenham Hotspur.

Remedy’s sci-fi romp is commendable sheet music, with fantastic bursts of rock ‘n’ roll.

I wrote a poem or twelve in isolation. I hope it shakes up your bones a notch, and motivates you to submit some pain, some heart, some lyrics. Listen hereabouts.

Recent drops from Freddie Gibbs and Westside Gunn fill purists with hope and optimism, and rightly so.

Coco-Pop, a Chelsea hooligan, and the Editor, a Spurs sufferer, discuss Steven Bird Wine, Mou ball, and the futility of international fandom.

An olive branch from Gen X to Gen Z, by a millennial? Is that how this works?