If you weren’t aware already, Rad is the greatest movie of all time. It came out in 1986 and has been enthralling audiences with its cheesiness via VHS ever since. The film gets a 0% rating from critics on Rotten Tomatoes, but a 96% score from audiences. For those who love BMX and aren’t totally square, it’s a must-see. The list of reasons you should watch it is, of course, infinite. But here are 10. There are so many footjam tail whips in this movie. Seriously. It opens with a nearly four-mi

With the bludgeoning guitar noise of their debut album Process out this month, Suzie McCracken catches up with Brooklyn duo Yvette to discover how they've channeled present-day societal dread into music that pummels like a breezeblock For two people, Brooklyn duo Yvette make a lot of noise. Listening to their album Process, which came out at the start of May via Tough Love, places you inside a brutalist blockhouse, perched on a cliff, overlooking a burned-out landscape. Of course, you can't see

It can sometimes feel like the only consistency in The Horrors' output is Faris Badwan's hair. But you'd be wrong - there's also his artwork. Throughout all the changes in image and influence in the last decade, Badwan has also been grooming his artistic prowess. His works have accompanied The Horrors', The Charlatans' and Hatcham Social's records. Three exhibitions of his work have taken place in the capital since 2008, showcasing illustrations which prove as diverse as his band's output. His d

As 2013 kicks the bucket, most people will be looking forward to 2014 with the same mixture of hope and dread as they do any other year. If, however, you are one of the few remaining avid readers of the Daily Express, or somebody who pays particular attention to speeches made by UKIP politicians, or Conservative ministers trying not to be overtaken in the bigoted politician stakes, you will not be celebrating the arrival of the new year with much gusto. You may even be hoping to hold back the cl

Think of the British Kebab Awards and you probably picture a room full of Superdry T-shirts, strip-lights and revolving brown meat. But that's because you've never been to the British Kebab Awards before, and – like pretty much every other person in Britain – your principle experience of kebabs involves inhaling sinewy bits of mystery meat while listening to pissed people shout at each other. This is not that. Instead, the awards are a celebration of the UK's many kebab shops – which apparently

Tom Vek is a musician with the mind of a designer. His sculpted hair and immaculate trenchcoat embody his nature: clean and efficient. “Chaos in art is great,” he says. “But the purpose of it is that it’s a controlled thing. You put it in a box, in a nice white gallery and you say ‘Oh wow, look at how out of control this is’. But nobody wants that in their real life.” It makes sense, of course, that a man with a degree in graphic design enjoys grid-like structure day-to-day. He’s highly creativ

The comedian Hal Cruttenden tells a joke about his Northern Irish wife’s proclamations of love being undermined by the brashness of her accent. He suggests that no matter how sweet her "I love you" truly is, it is rendered murderous by her regional intonation. Undoubtedly it’s true – to perform a good impression of me it is essential to stretch your mouth into a grimace and pepper your rendition with nasally colloquialisms. The Northern Irish tend to be mortified by their accent. Apart from a f

Angel Olsen is chewing a Drumstick lolly as we walk through Camden. Following the February release of her second full-length album, Burn Your Fire For No Witness, Olsen has been interviewed by countless journalists on both sides of the Atlantic, all seeking to unravel the story of the St. Louis girl with the voice that shimmers and stuns. She’s just begun what is to be a full year of touring. She “barfed” after getting food poisoning on the plane on the way to the UK. And now we’re asking her to