2020s

Easter Lily by U2 (2026)

Pruneface / April 3, 2026

…in which yer 70-year-old dad and his equally decrepit mates from the bridge club assemble one last time in the […]

Pruneface / February 27, 2026

This EP is so distressingly insufferable that I’m actually no longer sure if I’m still allowed to like U2’s earlier

Pruneface / January 29, 2026

In the autumn of 2025, for reasons known only to god, I subjected myself to a deep dive into Robbie

Pruneface / October 7, 2025

As every New Statesman-reading Sociology postgrad is all too aware and ready to remind you in a lengthy lecture, popular

Pruneface / July 16, 2025

I started out as a pock-marked hormone-wracked incel with Nine Inch Nails and Marilyn Manson, transitioned to bolshy Britpop in

Pruneface / June 25, 2025

I’ve long had a soft spot for Haim, but against my better judgement, because there’s something of the stroppy, obscenely

Pruneface / March 20, 2025

Rock music is a strange, unsettling cultural artefact in 2025. The majority of new rock albums are by bands whose

The Editor / February 26, 2025

Did you know that Sam Fender is working class? That he’s a 24 carat Geordie Lad, the Real Deal, and

The Editor / November 16, 2024

“Hello ChatGPT, my name is Robert Smith, could you please write me an album of Cure songs that sound vaguely