We listen to lots of music. And watch film. We jump up and down at gigs. We like Web 2.0. And tech-tastic toys and trinkets. And in true Conquistadorial fashion, we like to blaze new frontiers. Particularly after a shot or two of Tequila Añejo.

At Rip Her to Shreds we scan the ever-shifting creative landscape for signs of intelligent life, and diligently record what we find.

We write about the stuff that amuses, charms, bores, excites, repels and intrigues us. Rip Her To Shreds is cultural CCTV for the Attention Deficit Disorder, information overload generation. Pop art with a fractured heart.

As a girlie-centric editorial team, we make no apologies for sometimes straying off the beaten track, and waxing lyrical about boys in skinny jeans, or singing the praises of uber-hot, sweat-dripping, guitar heroes. That’s just how it is.

Sharpen those claws kitty, there’s work to do

* Kid Harpoon comes clean about drugs, teenage angst and his Tom Petty back catalogue in You Spin Me Round

* It’s Viking heart and a modern twist with Icelandic band Múm  in live reviews

* We explore Eurovision’s form when it comes to scaring small children in Retro-phile

* Who’s sorry now? This week’s  Spotified playlist examines flipping MP’s sob stories over expenses

* Big Shakes: we grill Little Tremors about sex appeal and the G20 Summit

* Call the RSPCA! We expose animal exploitation in the name of album cover art in our Babylon Zoo  feature

* We’re lovin’ The Sea, Exile Parade, Black Marquee and more in Unsigned Heroes 

* Heat up at High Voltage and Sonisphere then de-frost at Global Gathering. July’s Festivals are here

 ©Rip Her To Shreds 2009