If he didn't care for me/I could have never made him mad/But he hit me and I was glad. An article in today's Guardian explores the work of Deborah Finding and her thesis on narratives of violence in pop music.

How does a sick fuck like Anthony Sowell, who lives next to a sausage factory, get away with murdering eleven (or more) women in just four years? The answer is an ugly examination into our society's structural failings.