EEEEEEEEEEE. Can I throw myself at you? Where can I buy the magazines with your lovely selves pouting on the covers, with the juicy tell-all interviews inside? How else can I devour you? Seconds / JOYA Split LP by Seconds Seconds, they call themselves. Not the unit of time, but as in the serving after […]
Hold on. Slow down a minute. Don’t rise to the stars just yet. Should place matter? Should we be amazed that something this heaven-bound launched from the wintery heart of Russia? Or should we concede that Pinkshinyultrablast sound like the sun-kissed aftermath of the Horrors after they rebuilt their strange house into a glass cathedral? […]
I hate music festivals because I love music, and I mean properly love music. Real love is unhealthy, obsessive, consuming. I am outside Music’s house in defiance of a restraining order. I am frightening off Music’s new boyfriend. I am holding Music’s pets to ransom until Music agrees to return my calls.
web 2.0 has seen a shift in perception that anything that isn’t recommendation (or polite) is trolling
Something to do with believing in the power of music.
“But this Fado music! That’s some beautiful sad bastard stuff, yes?”
“Music is what I believe in, in the way that some people have religion.”