It’s too demented and gleeful to be offensive. It’s barely of this planet and doesn’t have a mean bone in its body.
This is what the early parts of the 90s sounded like to me … um, the good early parts
Blimey. There’s Norman Blake, he of my much-loved Glaswegian pop stars Teenage Fanclub. (True story: my first girlfriend named her pet hamster after Norman – then in The Boy Hairdressers. It was after we split.) There’s Euros Childs, he of my much-loved Welsh pop stars Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci. (True story: Gorky’s press agent called me […]