Stories by Katie Parker

We push the buttons on the new song from producer Ryan Enzed, New Zealand’s answer to Calvin Harris.

Everyone knows Parris Goebel for being our very own superstar choreographer, but did you know she’s got a burgeoning music career in the works?

These mums aren't bad, just mediocre.

If his record label is to be believed, Graham Candy is about to become NZ's next big export. Hussein Moses and Katie Parker attempt to figure out the appeal.

But that's not exactly a bad thing.

Welcome to The Singles Life, where we peruse, ponder and pontificate on the latest and (maybe) greatest in New Zealand music.

Yes, it’s as hideously incoherent as you’ve heard.

The Olympics are a radical season of sport watching, which gives our rugby-obsessed little country other things to think about for a change, writes Katie Parker.

Do religious young people watch less porn?

Concrete opinions based on the most tangible evidence we have: trailers.

You know when that hotline bling, that can only mean one thing.

Tickled finds humour in the absurd, but its subjects truly shine once David Farrier steps aside.

In defense of the breaker-upper.

Death Cab For Cutie deliver an unexpectedly fun and fast-paced Auckland show.

It might not be his best, but Quentin Tarantino's The Hateful Eight feels like his darkest release so far.

In Spectre, James Bond has an origin story fit for a marvel superhero. Unfortunately, it ends up feeling tacked on, unnecessary and cynical.

Ridley Scott, on the back of a slew of disappointments, is rolling the dice once again with the release of space epic The Martian

A new X Factor star has been born. Let's celebrate the long, painful labour that led us here.

As we bid adieu to Stevie Tonks, the collective national fantasy that is The X Factor NZ is almost at a close.

Once more it's time to debrief, discuss and despair.

This week was yet another reminder that beneath a thin veneer of order, chaos still reigns at X Factor NZ.