In which introspective, personal studies of human frailty and despair are turned into vacuously bouncy dancefloor bangers, metal misfires and saccharine pop show tunes.

In which introspective, personal studies of human frailty and despair are turned into vacuously bouncy dancefloor bangers, metal misfires and saccharine pop show tunes.
Why the Fab Four really were fab.
Rock bands and naked women – a not entirely unusual combination.