Dusty Springfield

He may not be as familiar a name as the likes of Henry Mancini or Burt Bacharach, but Ivor Raymonde’s influence should not be understated. This second(...)

Everybody in Ireland still knows what a banshee is, even if reported sightings seem to have tailed off dramatically since the coming of rural electrif(...)

The very phrase “graveyard slot” suggests quietude, decay, stillness; the very antithesis of what makes for good radio. Due in part to lower listener (...)

With homosexuality illegal until 1993 in Ireland, gender identity was an important factor in the migration of Irish people from the early modern perio(...)

She sounds like she was raised well south of the Mason-Dixon line in a small town where country and soul found common cause, agonising over life and l(...)

The Electricity Supply Board has unveiled a wealth of previously unseen footage commissioned by the organisation over the past 90 years. Released to (...)

We have, in these parts, managed to resist the annual hubbub surrounding the John Lewis Christmas advert. Nobody has talked much about the current inc(...)

In a desperately fashionable pub garden in Hackney (“it’s like fucking New York round here now, isn’t it?”), Róisín Murphy is swearily and majesticall(...)

The Irish public are slaves to the rhythm apparently. In the first series of Ireland’s Got Talent, no fewer than four dance acts have been chosen as f(...)

“I never wanted to be on TV,” says one of Britain and Ireland’s biggest TV stars. “It was never part of the plan. Never, ever. I just wanted to be a m(...)