Disclaimer: this is self-indulgent, but it has a bearing on my choices. You know the monster balloon in The Prisoner – Rover? Well just lately, there’s been an intermittent ball of sad (or anxiety or both) hovering nearby, just in my line of sight. Sometimes it’s come so close it’s jumped inside me, a tight […]
“What’s the matter? Your chicken taste like pork?”
As everybody at Collapse Board should know by now, “girls’ music” is always the best kind and everything else is B.O.R.I.N.G. So bring it the fuck on.
Divorce sound like witches burning and power tools.
“It seems that the only way to escape is to attempt to carve out however small a pocket of resistance as one can,” reads the album’s fanzine
You hear people say, “music isn’t as good as it used to be”, but you don’t ever hear them say “books aren’t as good as they used to be”. That’s because to say such a thing would reveal that person as a massive tool.
Listen to this song and if you don’t want to dance you’re a great big sopping wet honking limp nong.
This year, I’ve flitted from offering to offering like a bluebottle in a blocked toilet.
So you’re thinking Tinkerbell and glitterwings, floaty velvet scarves and dream catchers. Please don’t.
Call me shallow but I’m starting to tire of nufuzzwurld.