If you can’t dance naked but for a top hat to an awesome Argentinian post-punk girl trio in your own living room, where the hell can you do it?
Melody has the power to kill. You will be consumed within the arches of its sound.
In thinking of a few words to write for this post, and reminiscing back to Saturday, it struck me that despite everything, i.e. a dance music festival and an obscene amount of really obvious drug use, there wasn’t an awful lot of dancing actually going on. With perfect timing, the Guardian’s Indie Doctor addressed the […]