GURL: Give us a little introduction for those who don’t know you? Joe: I’m Joe Black, dark cabaret raconteur and high eyebrow connoisseur GURL: When did you first dabble in the world of drag? Joe: I’ve been performing in cabaret shows for 13 years, though in a more ‘drag’ sense i’d
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The day is finally upon us, mother monster has blessed us with her 6th and most anticipated album yet! A portal to the galaxy of Chromatica is officially open and we’ve stepped straight through for a futuristic bopfest. Rather than do a review of the whole album, we’ve picked out
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Not just a red wig and a silver dress, De Campo is now serving you a 6-track EP of bops to give you a good old reason to dance. We’re slightly biased since she sent us a copy herself but we’re gonna give you an honest review, promise! Just before
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So Sam Smith and Demi Lovato got together to create a little video that combines sport, previous heartbreak, new love, sexuality and the LGBTQI+ community- who could really argue with that? First things first, let’s have a quick little review of the song itself before we dive into the video.
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GURL: Introduce us to yourself? Mark: Hello hello, I’m Mark T Cox, an Irish-born, piano-playing, big dickie-bow wearing, pop song singing cabaret STAR (or at least that’s what my agent tells me to say). I’m a performer, songwriter, comedian and cabaret host, living in East London and performing in a
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We love ourselves a bit of drag race and must admit we know basically every lyric to all of the Ru-mixes that have came out of the competition since All-Stars 2. After spending many hours listening to them, it felt right that we rank them from best to worst, or
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Future Nostalgia A fabulous upbeat bop that sets the tone for the whole album and serves an instant mood, bound to get you up on your feet and spinning around the room. Loving the lyric “you want the recipe, but can’t handle my sound” – Dua is fully feeling herself.
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