Last week Lady Gaga hit back at the thinly-veiled criticism she received from the media, after putting on weight. This week another pop star tells the body fascist record industry where they can stick it.
Britney and Justin started there – and so did Ryan Gosling. Glittering careers begin in the Disney tween machine. So how does the House of Mouse keep cranking out the pre-teen talent?
The 'Love on Top' singer topped a poll by social media website saucytime.com by earning £1.25 million for a five-song performance at a private New Year's Eve 2010 party on the island of St. Barts, equating to £71,040 for each minute she was on the stage.
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Christina Aguilera set social networks buzzing when she fluffed a line as she belted out the national anthem at the start of the US Super Bowl.
Some of pop's biggest stars are on the comeback trail – it's easy money for the ailing music business. But, asks Tim Walker, don't bands have to have been away for a while for it to work?
The X Factor final is to be investigated by Ofcom after the broadcasting standards watchdog received some 2,750 complaints from viewers about suggestive performances by both US singer Christina Aguilera, and Barbadian R&B star Rihanna.
Can two new movies about burlesque strip away the tacky legacy left by the excruciating 'Showgirls'? Kaleem Aftab finds out
She spent her childhood travelling with her parents' avant-garde theatre troupe, and her teen years as a pop puppet – so is it any wonder that Sweden's most idiosyncratic pop star craves simplicity? Hugh Montgomery talks to Robyn about TV talent shows, youth gangs and Lady Gaga
Macy Gray tells Elisa Bray how female artists over 40 have to persevere, so much so that when a fifth album was rejected, she kept her nerve and released it herself
My parents were ... lovely people. Very much a product of post-independence Ireland; devout, hard-working, very big on their children getting an education.
Patients given eight times the normal radiation dose
Martin Scorsese has become the official hallmark of classic-rock-cred: first the Dylan documentary, then this Stones concert film, and next up, the George Harrison bio-doc. He's undoubtedly qualified for the job, but I'm not sure I want to hear him muttering "OK! First song!" over the opening of "Jumping Jack Flash": it imposes a too businesslike attitude over an event not exactly short of that commodity in the first place.