The winner of the Welsh Music Prize is announced at a ceremony in Cardiff in a couple of weeks, and four artists from the shortlist will perform on the night

The shortlist for the Welsh Music Prize 2026 has been announced, with 15 artists in the running for the prestigious award and £10,000 prize money. The annual

Acid Casuals found each other in early 1990s Cardiff. With Super Furry Animals’ Cian Ciarán, former Big Leaves bassist Kevin Tame and musician and actor, Llyr

Welsh trailblazer Gwenllian Anthony is fresh from her debut solo performance - at Green Man, no less - and this week shares details of album UMA, out next

For Teenage Fanclub’s new album, Norman Blake, Raymond McGinley, Euros Childs, Francis Macdonald and David McGowan headed to the Black Bay Studio on the

New single 'Coach' from Eilir Pierce’s forthcoming album Half-Time, turns a midlife pop stardom crisis into something really quite inspiring and strangely

Laura J Martin has done what the very best of artists and musicians have done before her, shifting her work into a new sphere, ever looking outward. Citing

Eilir Pierce redefines the concept of prolific doesn't he, clocking up a remarkable 39 albums and over 500 songs in total. And yet, the very idea of new

Grassroots football and live music run on the exact same things: pure passion, tight budgets, and the dedicated people in the community who keep them alive.

We all enjoy a good conspiracy theory, don't we. The dafter the better. But then we sober up / grow up and realise that the answers to - and reasons for -

BOIA Festival today announces its final artists joining the line up for this year’s event. The 1200-capacity music festival in St David's, Pembrokeshire

Just over five years after the death of David R. Edwards, Datblygu release a single from the final recordings.

Putting pineapple on pizza. Controversial. But rules are meant to be broken aren't they. Every now and then. On special occasions. Or just because you feel

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Cellophane crackle. Pop open packet. Cardboard-paper sigh. Lips wrap around filtered tip. Pink matchstick scratches sandpaper. Zippo click, ...

Cellophane crackle. Pop open packet. Cardboard-paper sigh. Lips wrap around filtered tip. Pink matchstick scratches sandpaper. Zippo click, roar and FIRE. Hot electric orange glow. Smoke tickles back of throat. Flick-flick ash. A sensual ceremony bonding outcast rebels with a cause to ask ‘anyone got a light?’ Wendy at school nicks your dinner money turns into your bestie at break and short years later your CEO is call me Dave for the length of time it takes to smoke a beautiful white cigarette, the love of all our lives. Still – pack it in eventually or die. You give up everything but dirty yellow fingers. No whiffs. No butts. Grieve for a friend who is no such thing. But it was good while it lasted, weren’t it. And even after all this time sometimes walking down the street a snifter of ciggie smoke floating tickles tastebuds. Takes all the self-respect you own not to snatch the rollup out of that stranger’s hand. And suck on it. Hard. Cheeks turned inside out. Second hand-me-down smoke. What a drag. Not even your favourite brand. But you’ll take it. Inhale deep. In and out, and again. Taking time. Dreaming. Recalling when all possibilities were eternal, endless. Then you walk on. Leave it. Get on with your day.   --- Cath Holland is a writer of fiction and fact based on Merseyside, published by Mslexia, Deak Ink Books, Fictive Dream, Arachne Press.  

12 am: Set alarm for work, switch off light, cuddle into duvet. 12.30 am: The suit Jackie Kennedy wore when her husband was murdered is preserved in an acid-free container in a windowless vault. Wonder why you remembered that. 1 am: Mull over Kennedy assassination. 1.30 am: Exhale three, inhale six, hold four, exhale three. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. 2 am: Remember that time in 1979 when Joan Bolton said your boobs were weird – said yours are pointed when they should be pear shaped. Remember how devastated you were that your boobs were wrong. Realise you should have said, “Well at least I’ve got boobs.” Congratulate yourself on coming up with perfect response, 47 years too late. 2.30 am: Consider buying cat. Think of name for cat. Worry about cat dying. 3 am: Try to recall names of all seven dwarves. 3.30 am: Exhale three, inhale six, hold four, exhale three. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. 4 am: Try to remember theme tune to Magpie. 4.30 am: Go to toilet. 5 am: Try to remember full names of the characters in The Odd Couple and the actors who played them in both film and TV series. 5.30 am: Exhale three, inhale six, hold four, exhale three. REPEAT-REPEAT-REPEAT! 6 am: Dogs definitely have bollocks, but do bees have knees? 6.45 am: Tut. No point in sleeping now. 6.46 am: Fall into deep sleep. 7 am: Switch off alarm. Ach, well, time for work. Those planes won’t land themselves.   --- Karen Jones won first prize in the Cambridge Flash and Reflex Fiction and second prize in Fractured Lit micro. She is an editor for NFFD anthology. Her Novellas-in-Flash, When It’s Not Called Making Love, and Burn It All Down are published by Ad Hoc Fiction and Arroyo Seco Press respectively. 'The Pressing Question of Bees and Their Knees' was first published in Flash Fiction Festival Two in 2018.

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