DAVID HOLLAND gets filthy in the vaults. It’s confusing, but in a good way.

DAVID HOLLAND: If music be the food of love, go forth and shag to good tunes.

DAVID HOLLAND doesn’t dare to cough in case he interrupts this moving and excellent gig.

Senior Music Critic DAVID HOLLAND goes to Cafe Nero in his lunch break and enjoys the best concert he’s seen all year.

DAVID HOLLAND talks to local band BOY MANDEVILLE. Boobs, class A drugs and fire extinguishers may or may not be involved.

DAVID HOLLAND checks out some girl pop in a pub.

DAVID HOLLAND ODs on OJ and struggles to hear Nero at Tit Hall’s June Event.

DAVID HOLLAND laments the demise of proper album artwork, after the release of the beautiful ‘The King Of Limbs’ got him thinking: will the music of this decade be remembered with the monochrome image of Adele scratching her head?

‘Well my political career is over, so there’s no more dogging to be doing.’ DAVID HOLLAND steps into Paxo’s shoes to chat to everyone’s favourite question-dodger, MICHAEL HOWARD.

DAVID HOLLAND: “The gig was a little cold, even a little clinical, in whatever sense a rock concert can ever be these things.”