Disturbing talk of blindfolds! Family trauma! CHIME-Y BITS! It's a Mew Christmas... *books flight to Denmark*
Gosh, "You Don't Own Me" is everywhere right now isn't it? Therefore it's the perfect time for Into the Popvoid to salute Lesley Gore, writer of this fabulous, heartbreaking and revealing melodramatic masterpiece.
Christmas time is here -and there's no better way to kick it off than with a faintly depressing song about snowfall not amounting to very much. The gorgeous, timeless and plain brilliant Just Like Christmas by Low.
U OK HUN? Is the pop star Christmas album really a cry for help?
Joe Rivers on Sky Ferreira, Miley culture and one of the best singles of the decade so far.
It's the biggest test of pop snobbery there is: can you admit to liking a Paris Hilton record? We can.
Hook filled delirious pop? Keep your eye on the Sparro.
In which we imagine a PWL theme park, complete with a rampaging gene-spliced Sinitta.
Because sometimes there's nothing better than a cheap fix of dirty electronic pop.
Coshed by a Blunt instrument, Tom Baxter's "My Declaration" could find a second life as a winner's song...
1978's Hammer Horror - one of the few occasions on which we decided Kate Bush was just a little too strange for the charts.
A tale of revenge which is, quite literally, smashing.
America had loved them for a decade, but in the UK there was a total eclipse of Heart until 1987.
A (chart) countdown conundrum for the ages: why isn't Solange a superstar?
Pop abhors a vacuum, so it's a brave person who takes five years to follow up their debut album. Stewart on the bulletproof (but not time-proof) La Roux.
Derek would rather Fleetwood Mac than jack.
Do you believe in life after "Believe"?
Luke wonders why Vince Kidd remains "a curiosity on the fringes of pop".
Derek makes the (upper) case for BANKS: purveyor of intense dark pop.
Danny Wilson and the problem with perfection - how Mary's Prayer turned into a curse.