Super Wild Horses make me dance. All swinging shoulders and bouncy knees. Make me open the windows wide. Drink cheap booze and bomb hills on cardboard boxes. Make me think of my sweetheart. Make me sing along. Make me feel like I’m 15. Just drive-ins and scraped knees and fast guitars. Tappety drums and tambourines. […]
Kaputt is a dark city with no easy escape routes. Washed-out horns blow sorrowfully into the night.
We’re seriously thinking about instigating our own Collapse Board Awards next year. The top prize will go to the person or institution that gives us the most money, hard cash. The next top prize will go to the person or institution that gives us the second largest amount of money, hard cash. And so on. […]
It’s the sound of being a few years out of the share-house and the goon cask and finally noticing the beautiful autumn streets.