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“It’s cars and cans left!” yells a man on my phone. “Mug going crazy, Jeep going backwards . . . Bugatti in the front with 7 UP . . .” The race is halfway through. Tins clink and tiny wheels screech in a four-way battle for global adoration. We’ve already had a shocker. Barely two seconds in, every Tape contender was knocked and flattened, leaving the contest like they couldn’t wait to be bac...

Ethel Cain is dead. That is, Ethel Cain the alter ego. In the eponymous artist’s first studio album, Preacher’s Daughter, her narrative-insert-cum-possessive-muse escapes a strict religious upbringing (much like the real-life singer-songwriter, Hayden Silas Anhedönia), enters a whirlwind romance, is kidnapped, gets addicted to drugs, and is eventually murdered. Oh, and with that last one she g...

It’s not its aptitude for compassion that first draws you in with The Bear. Far from it. It’s the clock. It doesn’t tick—it clangs against your skull like the clapper from a ten-tonne bell. The first thing our protagonist sees, waking from a prologuing dream sequence, is the clock on his wall—a precise, ever-impending discus of Damocles above his head. When our lead, Carmy, realises the time,...