Separating the sweet, juicy flesh from the stone and skin of this week’s major label releases.
You may have heard that Michael Jackson, King Of Pop and Prince Of Perverts, moonwalked off this mortal coil recently. Or you may not; for all we know, you could be a clam surviving in a deep ocean vent on a diet of plankton and whale poop. But then you wouldn’t be reading this, unless there’s some seriously freaky evolution going on down there, away from the eyes of humanity.
This is getting confusing: Jacko’s dead, but the world is still producing music. It’s your mango!
