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Hanni El Khatib flight

Album Reviews, Reviews

Hanni El Khatib's new album FLIGHT is a whooole bag of tricks

Reinventing yourself as an artist is tough. Constant comparisons to prior works, crowds clamouring for the hits, pressures from labels. And yet, here is one who, with his latest album FLIGHT, has achieved this and more. Blues-punk wordsmith Hanni El Khatib’s new creation is unlik

Glastonbury

Reviews, Blog

Glastonbury Application

As you are probably aware, Glastonbury 2020 has been cancelled. No Taste was built to be our vehicle into the festival by applying for press passes. Bollocks. Below is the exact application we sent to the press team. We never received an answer from them before the festival was c

Live Music in Bristol

Live Reviews

I roamed Bristol drunk in search of live music

Well, it’s 9 o’clock in the evening and 5 degrees outside. I’m sat in my bedroom in Horfield, Bristol, with a Thatchers Haze and some little flickering tea candles (I light them occasionally for ambience). It is warm here, and quite cosy, and in about twenty minutes I am going to

Motley Crue

Song Lore, Blog

Song Lore: Kickstart My Heart by Motley Crue

Hello, welcome, step inside my office. Do take a seat, and please, help yourself to a cigar. There you go. Here, I’ll light it for you. Enjoy that. It cost me a fortune . Do you want an enormous flagon of bewilderingly strong wine? No? Oh. Well do you mind if I have one? Excellen

steve mcqueen blue shawl collar cardigan

Fashion

Wear a Cardigan this Winter, You Idiot

Winter is upon us and that means one thing: weird temperatures. It’s a silly myth that winter is cold. You do not spend the majority of your time in winter in Britain feeling cold. Winter temperatures across this odd collection of islands are split down the middle, a 50/50 split

Primal Scream

Live Reviews

Wildest Gigs: Primal Scream, 2017

I was 23, living in Berlin at the time. I’d flown home to Yorkshire for two reasons: to try and save a relationship, and to attend Tramlines Festival in Sheffield. The former endeavour went tits up, naturally, and as a consequence I spent much of the festival desperately putting