Daniel Dylan Wray

The author and journalist behind ‘The Psychopath Test’ is about to kick off a UK tour revisiting his 2011 bestseller. He talks to Daniel Dylan Wray about Trump, Musk, and how aspects of psychopathic behaviour are becoming more and more acceptable in our society

‘The acid house scene in Liverpool in 1988 was really tiny,” remembers Sonia Martelli. “You could recognise each other because we were all wearing smily face T-shirts and we'd be at the same night.”

From abandoned factories to snooker halls, pre-superclub promoters dodged police to put on some of the UK’s wildest nights. Former ravers recall how they supercharged the city

It was always somewhere to let rip until dawn, but seven editions in, No Bounds lives up to its name by expanding across cathedrals, castles and more

They emerged from 1960s Detroit with an explosive sound that paved the way for punk. As a new LP is released, those who knew them explain how they changed the shape of music forever.

The female counterpart to new jack swing, which exploded in the late 80s by fusing hip-hop, pop and R&B, was thrilling – but held back by sexism, racism and dodgy contracts

Wrench has mixed music for Frank Ocean, FKA twigs, Blur and dozens more – all drawn to what have been called ‘the finest ears ever’. He explains how he went from the dole to the big time

Canadian minimalist Sarah Davachi's love for the pipe organ has defined her music: dramatic, ambitious and physical. On her latest album, she weaves modern electronics with these centuries-old instruments to create a vast, layered world of her own

Palm wine is an alcoholic drink made from the naturally fermented sap taken from palm trees such as coconut and date. It is also a West African musical genre—known as maringa in Sierra Leone—that developed when docking sailors from places such as Portugal would hit the bars to drink palm wine; they brought their guitars and would infuse their playing style with local melodies and calypso. When

There’s high octane energy from artist and audience alike as the New Yorker rattles through 21 tracks in 45 minutes, showing off broad artistry in between bouts of twerking