Some songs grate on our nerves. They could be today’s chart-toppers or age-old classics that everyone adores, but still, something within us snaps and we’re forced to turn the dial or tap the arrow ...

After a day of barbering, Rodolfo Gregorio went to his neighborhood karaoke bar still smelling of talcum powder. Putting aside his glass of Red Horse Extra Strong beer, he grasped a microphone with a ...

Apparently, when people sing Sinatra’s My Way in a Philippines karaoke bar, and they sing it poorly, they die. The epidemic’s gotten so bad, in fact, that local law enforcement started calling it the ...