Looking for the definitive Michael Jackson story? This isn’t it. But Simon Crump’s maelstrom of literary forms captures a strange kind of truth about celebrity culture.

The Vatican’s newspaper has published God’s definitive Best Rock Albums Ever. The list includes freaks, heathens, drug-addicts, criminals, a witch, and a dude who named his band after a strap-on dildo.

Gaze into The Enthusiast's back end, as we reveal our ten biggest stories of the year as voted by you, via clicking and reading.

At one crazy stage in the recent celebrity carnage, Jeff Goldblum and a host of other stars were reported to have died too. What does our response to deaths – real and fake – say about the cult of celebrity?

It might seem creepy to talk about sex in relation to Michael Jackson, but in the fourth and final part of our series on his non-verbal vocalisations, we examine their sexual connotations.

You might think high-pitched shrieks aren't especially manly, but in the third of our four-part series, we examine the unexpected things Michael Jackson's non-verbal vocalisations reveal about gender.

In the second of this four-part series, we explore the racial implications of Michael Jackson's non-verbal vocalisations. He's black! He's white! Shamon! Hoo!

In the aftermath of Michael Jackson's death, this four-part series examines one of the best-known but least-investigated aspects of his music – his idiosyncratic non-verbal vocalisations.

You may be surprised to know that neither Michael Jackson nor Farrah Fawcett rate for Death Of The Week. Tomoji Tanabe lived for 115 freakin' years! C'mon!