Liz Galinovic, Journalist

Should you even care what songs will be played at your funeral? Just go with anything from Jeff Buckley and you'll be set.

Johnny Farnham's The Voice. Bringing Australians together since 1986.

Liz Galinovic is preparing herself for an onslaught from the Tame Impala faithful - just like she received from those olive fanatics.

A mother and daughter bonding session over the course of a seven-hour road trip, complete with a random mix of tunes. Yep, this was Christmas.

Be it the end of the year - or the end of the world - Good Or Shit reflects on a year of change, learning how to be a woman and top shelf R&B

Solange Knowles: I owned Sol-Angel And The Hadley St. Dreams but it didn’t have a huge effect on me. Nothing like the effect Losing You is having on me. I practically have Solangitis.

Perhaps it is time our musicians drop the peanuts and started throwing a few stones at the gorillas.

He is clever but he hasn’t tried to be overly clever. It’s not going to take you weeks of constant listening to figure out what the hell he’s on about while waiting for the tunes to grow on you.

Back then, No Doubt is what we needed. And what they’ve got now isn’t hitting the same spot. And maybe that’s because that spot isn’t there anymore. Maybe we have grown up and grown out of it. And maybe No Doubt should too.

This country is home to loads of Empire-loving fogies. Out of date and out of touch with the reality of contemporary Australia.

I have learnt a new word - misandry. Without getting too technical, it means ‘the hatred of men and boys’. That’s right there is a word for this and it’s not ‘feminism’ as many people like to assert.

It’s so hard to win. Lana Del Rey - reinvention - massive criticism. Lady Gaga - reinvention - massive love. Snoop Lion - reinvention - massive amounts of laughter.