It’s my hope that, when death should come, I should embrace it. Indeed, of the scant “life goals” I’ve set for myself, that’s at the top – that I should reach a certain age where I can logically deduce (or that others can deduce for me, if my mind should crumble) that ceasing to exist […]
Ten misconceptions about Collapse Board and Savages. Number one: that we care if they’re manufactured.
In my dreams, everything is shaped like silhouettes of the feet of three women staring into a puddle.
Sex, drugs, more sex, more drugs, each song details another night of Bacchanalian excess with no redemption in sight. Are you ready to party?
Amanda Palmer’s reading of ‘Polly’ is quietened, a spooked horror show, a creepy music box after-the-event version
Well, I was thinking of posting some music from Zola Jesus – very Gothic, but with a good ‘G’ – especially as I’ve been admiring old clips of Siouxsie And The Banshees on Top Of The Pops. But then I got diverted by the sighting of an Electrelane song: and damn, if it wasn’t the same song […]