I regret not knowing about so much music when I was growing up. For instance – where was Kraftwerk when I was younger, when I could wander down the Autobahn and invent some elaborate fantasy plot on the spot? Why did I never tap into the teenage rebellion of Nirvana (In Utero, to be exact) […]
Fly Ashtray are a curious bunch of outsiders. They’re always late to the party, and never quite the same.
Orange Juice were Glasgow boys manly enough to admit their feminine side was at least twice as enticing as their male.