Let’s put the sex in X, love’s like a muscle and you make me wanna flex Continue reading Go To Hell, See If You Like It, Then Come Home With Me!
Warning: This post contains an excruciating Camus pun Continue reading Beneath The Belgian
From Bedwetters to Jerks Continue reading Jerks Not Bedwetters
The Donnas shocking anti-vegetable agenda Continue reading Brat On The Beat
We don’t work I just speeeed, it’s what I neeeed! Continue reading We Like Noise, It’s A Choice
I may be dumb but I’m not a dweeb, I’m just a sucker with no self-esteem Continue reading Phrygian In The Rhythm
Music for lovelorn wallflowers of a punky persuasion Continue reading Derry Boys
Let’s lynch the landlord, Let’s lynch the landlord, Let’s lynch the landlord man! Continue reading Efficiency And Progress Is Ours Once More!
More habits than a convent cloakroom, it’s the Heartbreakers! Continue reading Lost And Found
French? Jacques oeuf! Continue reading Oeuf!
Dee Dee vs the Sundragon Continue reading It’s Dee Dee’s Fault I Am This Way (Slight Return)
How do you follow the best LP ever made? you leave home, that’s how Continue reading It’s Dee Dee’s Fault I Am This Way
London brawling Continue reading Drool And The Gang
Nobody pulls these strings! Continue reading I Thought The Law
An uplifting educational post featuring Latin, animals and a gentle vibe Continue reading Miranda Wrongs
Our young hero muses on the fact that, It’s a very small world in the middle of a crowd. Continue reading Never Surrender!
What’s a boy have to do to rebel around here?! Continue reading Tell Me What You’ve Got To Look So Pleased About!
Punkorama-lamma-lamma-big-dong punky garage oddness. Continue reading Ripsaw Rock
In which our young hero drives down the ULC of an LP to £0.75. Continue reading Just Over Halfway, Actually
Punks Not Dead, but punctuation may well be on life-support Continue reading Punktuation
Secretly recording your dad? now that’s punk rock! Continue reading I Don’t Want To Listen To You And These Other Dummies!
In which I defile a Lego minifigure in the name of my art. Continue reading Margarine Walker
In which our young hero ponders what the opposite of ergonomic is. Continue reading I Need A Drink, I Can’t Think, I Like The Kinks
In which our young hero gets a bit nauseated and then gets over it. Continue reading A Little Bit Sick In My Mouth
The eighties, No thanks! Continue reading 1537 Ain’t No Feeble Bastard
I too am a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm. Continue reading Dance To The Beat Of The Living Dead
Rock? on a Tuesday evening?! You animal. Continue reading Gig Tonight
Nerf Herder American Cheese? It never grates. Continue reading Let It Brie
A learned treatise on my favourite Dostoyevsky novel. With added Iggy. Continue reading All Aboard For Funtime
‘A headlong sugar rush into barely harnessed chaos’? sign me up! Continue reading Arrr-Tey-Fish-Ewwl