alexandra coghlan
Bio
Alexandra is the classical music critic of the New Statesman, and has written on arts for The Times, The Independent, The Guardian, Prospect, Gramophone, Opera Now, The Oxford Times and The Monthly. She was formerly Performing Arts Editor at Time Out, Sydney. She writes about classical music, theatre and film for theartsdesk.
Articles By Alexandra Coghlan
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The Welkin, National Theatre review - women's labour is...
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The Grudge review - non-stop shocks wear out their welcome
The 18-year-old Japanese horror hit Ju-On (The Grudge)...
Album: Black Lips - Sing In A World That’s Falling Apart
Since first getting together at the fag end of the Twentieth Century, Black Lips have largely played the role of garage rockers with a hint of...
Scenes with Girls, Royal Court review - feminist separatism...
Last night, I discovered the gasp index. Or maybe just re-discovered. The what? The gasp index. It's when you see a show that keeps making you...
Miloš Karadaglić, Birmingham Town Hall review - flashy and f...
Dubbed “classical music’s guitar hero”, the 36-year-old London based Montenegrin...
Crazy Delicious, Channel 4 review - the most ridiculous cook...
The race continues to create the most ridiculous cooking programme...
Chris Packham: 7.7 Billion People and Counting, BBC Two revi...
We hear plenty of debate about climate change and its disastrous potential, but the ballooning growth of the world’s population may be the most...
Album: Ruby Turner – Love Was Here
One can only marvel at the versatility of Ruby Turner. As a vocalist, she spans the whole...
You Stupid Darkness!, Southwark Playhouse review - an intrig...
Armageddon would appear to be at the gates in Sam Steiner’s intriguing if ramshackle...
English National Ballet 70th Anniversary Gala, Coliseum revi...
Just when you thought Christmas was well and truly over, along comes another box of delights. And there isn’t a disappointment in it. If it were...