In later years, Everett True at Melody Maker would regularly review Paul’s records with just one word: wanker.
Her first two albums are special for me, and me alone.
Funny how the remnants of those who fought in the indie trenches during the 90s hold up GbV as a classic band, above many.
After tonight, I swear I’m never gonna laugh at a Christian rock band again.
I despise pomposity above almost everything, even when it’s hilarious. The Smashing Pumpkins aren’t hilarious.
Riot Grrrl is a myriad of contradictions. And that’s to the good.
HA HA HA HA HA! FUCK YOU!
How is that pretentious, Alan? I took it from that week’s Smash Hits
Years later we were still talking about that night.
The band’s name? Blowjob. My cool, cruel friends had told me it was because I blew down the recorder. Bastards.