Tag Archives: Lorna Irvine

Lost In Music: Klaus Nomi

Klaus Nomi is all too often rendered a footnote in musical history, a quirk in queer culture’s lineage, as his musical outpourings veered from the sublime to the ridiculous. He’s there, lurking like a camp Zelig figure on the disco dancefloors along with his more respected peers, or wiggling on TV behind Bowie like aContinue reading “Lost In Music: Klaus Nomi”

One From The Tempo House: Cracked Actor -When Bowie Killed Ziggy

Ahead of his twenty fifth studio album Blackstar, Lorna Irvine looks at the BBC documentary which showed Bowie at a major turning point in his career. Almost forty years after its creation, Alan Yentob’s candid documentary for the Beeb on David Bowie still stands up beautifully, juxtaposing the disintegration of Bowie’s health and ego as heContinue reading “One From The Tempo House: Cracked Actor -When Bowie Killed Ziggy”

The Queen Is Dead, Long Live The Queen

James Lee Williams, who has sadly passed away aged just thirty two, was a brilliant all-rounder. The Vivienne, his drag queen alter ego named after legendary designer Vivienne Westwood, was the epitome of Scouse fierceness: witty, no-nonsense and extremely smart. I saw them perform in Drag Race UK Live in 2019 (they were the firstContinue reading “The Queen Is Dead, Long Live The Queen”

Despot: The New Cologne

GRUFF VOICEOVER: What do you get for the man who has… everything? More of the same, of course. With top notes of masculine pepper, hamburger grease, piss and lies, Despot is the cologne for the president -elect who’s going places. Prison, hopefully. Despot, the new cologne, for tomorrow ‘s asshole… today. In 250ml and 500ml.Continue reading “Despot: The New Cologne”

Freelancer’s Blues

It isn’t easy being a freelance arts writer. While I’m fully aware there are worse jobs to have (I previously worked in a call centre, a hotel and in retail, uggghhh) there are a few issues with this bizarre occupation. Firstly, some publications insist that they will pay you, only to renege at the lastContinue reading “Freelancer’s Blues”

Vintage Films: Cabaret

If Sally Bowles was around today, she’d most likely be chronically online, binging on TikTok make-up tutorials and dance crazes.She’d be oblivious to the outside world, unaware of the conflicts in Ukraine and Israel, or the orange menace that is Trump. Bob Fosse’s film has endured, because the theme of “divine decadence” amid the encroachingContinue reading “Vintage Films: Cabaret”

Oh No, It Isn’t/Oh Yes, It Is: Good Panto/Bad Panto

Panto, pantomime in its shortened form (like porno, ha ha ha!) is where kids in the UK often first witness theatre. Sadly, it’s often the ONLY theatre they ever see, because it’s mostly bloody awful. Don’t fight me on this, I’ve been a critic almost fifteen years now, and have seen more panto than many,Continue reading “Oh No, It Isn’t/Oh Yes, It Is: Good Panto/Bad Panto”

The Future’s Here Today: Mrs Frighthouse

Mrs Frighthouse are my new art crush. Heavy as hell and really beautiful, their music is the real deal: churning industrial goth metal that leaves you punch drunk. My friend Gareth tipped me off about them, for which I’m so grateful. If I had any discernible musical ability, I’d be clawing at their door, beggingContinue reading “The Future’s Here Today: Mrs Frighthouse”