As smooth as Kenny G’s newly-waxed ball sack.
If you can’t dance naked but for a top hat to an awesome Argentinian post-punk girl trio in your own living room, where the hell can you do it?
Been posting up a fair amount of French coldwave from the early 80s. Seems only right to post up its British equivalent.
It was a delight witnessing those loose and semi-spontaneous jazz-flecked shows
If ever there was a song to be played in pitch-darkness, volume on your crappy little Mono turned up past distortion levels, tears streaming down your face…