Big, loud and dizzyingly enjoyable, the debut album from this blogged-about Brooklyn duo is possibly too much of a good thing.

They used to call them old wives’ tales: those nuggets of informally shared everyday advice. Now, the internet makes everyone an old wife. We’ve tracked down some of the more preposterous home hints.

Twenty years after their last album (and almost forty since first freaking out the squares by being freaky squares), Devo have returned just in time to see devolution in action.

Allegations are circulating that singer Taylor Henderson was given a choice: quit Australia’s Got Talent or be kicked out of his church. But is the Geelong Revival Centre your average happy-clappy church?

Looks like the best way to make a self-consciously quirky teen sex farce for the hipster generation is to get it made by a Frenchman, in France, and call it The French Kissers. Cue ’80s synths…

The NSFW possibilities of video-chat website Chatroulette were initially part of its charm. Now, the race is on to rid the site of its notorious flashers and wankers.

Santo Cilauro has finally landed his dream role, hosting a nightly football show during the World Cup.

Sometimes the only way to deal with heartbreaking governmental betrayal is a good ol’-fashioned renegade firestorm. It’s true, according to The A-Team and The Losers.

On his most accessible record yet, Ariel Rosenberg mines pop music’s past and mashes it into something seriously weird… and seriously enjoyable.