If there is one thing in this word that I would exchange my own family for, it would have to be pizza. As most of my friends — who’ve received midnight texts from me wondering if they would also be down to order some — will know.
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Arts Week will kick off with a pancake breakfast and arts clubs showcase from 9 to 11 a.m. in the Nest. So if you are one of the five people on campus to wake up around that time, you should totally check it out.
A favourite late-night study spot for thousands of UBC students, the cafe will be fondly remembered for its high ceilings, rustic wooden furniture and stellar selection of caffeinated drinks and home-cooked food.
One of the things that made 2016 not quite the most irredeemable year on record was the resurgence of British Grime. Skepta shut down the charts with Konnichiwa and won the Mercury Music Prize for his efforts.
It is easy to get complacent in this section. Enough stories come my way that I could easily stick to reviews, previews and interviews concerning campus goings-on and do a well-enough job at it to end the day satisfactorily.
In case the freezing cold, the sidewalks so slippery that you take your life into your hands walking to get coffee and the general start of the semester have got you feeling a bit shitty, the AMS are bringing us Frost Fest 2017.
2016 has been bad. I have never looked to the end of the year with more excitement, and looked back on what happened with more exhaustion and cynicism. Every month felt like a knockout punch and every time we got up, the next one swiftly followed.
There is really only one person who springs to mind when I hear the word “diva,” and that person is Mariah Carey. Case in point — the title of her last album was Me. I Am Mariah... The Elusive Chanteuse. She really did that and I love her for it.
Christmas season isn’t always the greatest time of year when you’re the Jewish kid. Oh, it isn’t because of the whole presents thing anymore. In case you guys didn’t realize it by now, we get eight days of presents.
Today, I am writing and there is actually snow falling outside… and we’re in Vancouver. I think on a day like this, even if I wasn’t sitting here writing this album review, I would still be listening to Nat King Cole’s The Christmas Song.
After the epic ode to the tradition of Canadian facial hair that is “Can’t Be Shaved,” the titular “Ogopogo Punk” directs its attention to the mythical land-locked monster, the Ogopogo, based in Okanagan Lake.
The entire album is a great mix of traditional music with a rock and roll twist. Nearly every song is a journey to listen to, with a classical build-up into epic guitar slams, lots of bass and heavy drums.
It’s the holiday album that millions of screeching teenagers wanted, and also the holiday album that nobody on earth needed. You must’ve known this review was coming — Justin Bieber has officially ruined everything from Selena Gomez to Christmas
The album starts off strong with “Sleigh Ride,” a festive medley of classic carols, tinged with a little early-2000s hip hop. A jolly piano riff carries the song through various choruses, carols and raps, tying it all together and making it work.
We were invited to the media premiere — an event on November 24 which ran from 5 to 10 p.m. Foolishly thinking that we had time to kill, a bunch of us decided that a trip to Tap and Barrel to get beer and kill time before heading over.