A spectre is haunting the North West – the spectre of the Haçienda. It’s time we got up and beat our nostalgia-drenched hangover.
Gone wild, the unkempt land of former industry is brimming with green potential.
Precarity and lack of agency dominate the mind of the contemporary artist, Gee Collins shows a shift is necessary.
We lay out the best places to wet your whistle in the North West.
There is a crisis in masculinity, commentators have opined. A Quiet Room asks whether this crisis is a new phenomenon at all.
Attentive to the interlocking dynamics of race and class, the work globalises Lancashire, using its famous port as a prism to understand our current crises.
Glossy and pristine production, and a zippy playfulness that bounces around via winding hyperpop melodies and 90s video game samples.
This isn’t Northern grit as romantic mythology but as lived trauma – post-industrial decay where the rave eats itself.
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