A good Bond song should include swooning strings, stabbing horns and a chorus the size of the moon, explains Sarah Ditum

The space for criticism to exist grows smaller and the archways that sustained its presence crumble away, laments Sarah Ditum

In praise of pop smut

Everything with The Beatles happened at double time, thrilling but draining too, says Sarah Ditum

When things are desperate, you don’t want to be the audience, you want to be the show

How the musical sensation, Six, uncovers more than just the stories of Henry VIII’s wives

I want to listen to music that sounds like the dumb hopefulness of being young that I once couldn’t wait to rid myself of, says Sarah Ditum