Sam Diss

An explainer from a straight man who knows what he's talking about.

As products of their time, their messages were simple—“Have a go on this whistle” or “Touch my arse, please.”

I'm not saying that completing the game's flight school changed my life, but I'm not ruling it out.

How the iconic series, mixed by DJ EZ, became the mainstream face of a UK genre reaching its pinnacle.

Recently, Britain’s youth centres had £260m cut from their budgets, making it even harder for kids to break into the music industry.

I wasted every hour of my adolescence in the UK funky heartlands of Essex during the peak years of one of Britain’s most exciting yet short-lived scenes.

While everyone else got hung up on Rihanna and Drake, I focused closely on the the sad, blowjobless misery of our two most cherished TV presenters.

The South London rapper has become acclaimed for writing lyrics that invite the listener to come in, confess, and work through their problems together.

A night jam packed with the kind of seeping insipidity that is so inoffensive, it borders on vulgar.

A series of rhymes so Build-A-Rap basic that even an amateur with the merest shred of dignity would quickly delete it from his iPhone Notes.

Mord, lilla dildoer og en motherfucking jetpack.

Betrayal, bloody murder, Hollywood-ripping heists, and a motherfucking jetpack.