Blood Lust: [mass noun]
Uncontrollable desire to kill or maim others.
Continue reading Fester, Uncle
Blood Lust: [mass noun]
Rail-thin amphetamine popping black-clad baritone shag monsters seek similar. NS, GSOH unnecessary. Continue reading I’ve Lost All Sense Of The World Outside
In which I defile a Lego minifigure in the name of my art. Continue reading Margarine Walker
Sexy panther skunk guitar-o-rama-lama-ding-dong. Welcome, Primals. Continue reading Bobby Plant On Harmonica
High Risk? No risk. Continue reading Get Your Nwob On
Going Away? Going Out? Blown Away? Blown Out. Continue reading 2 LPs, 4 Tracks
Is it a girl Sean Connery? no Ishmael. Continue reading Call Me Ishmael
Once upon a time I would have awarded it a Kid C, now? Kid A Continue reading Gliding Through The Abattoir
A roving dweeb writes about canals and all that shit. Continue reading A Big Splash On The Amsterdam Vinyl Scene
Monday, sad, sad Monday / She’s waiting for me / But I’m a long, long way from home. Continue reading Monday Sad, Sad Monday
Reverb, Anderson, Fast Green Dick, Porkbeast and Vom. Continue reading All Hail, Porkbeast!
An overly long review of a Dylan release of dubious legality, but not quality. Continue reading Baby, Let Me Follow You Dow
A rag bag of reviews tenuously held together by some half-assed conceptual link. Again. Continue reading Slide Guitar, Glide Sitar
A learned treatise on the necessity of employing a luxuriantly moustachioed drummer. Continue reading I Lost It All In The Popcorn Box!
Tilda Swinton, conflict, tea – this post, quite literally, has something for everyone. Continue reading Check Out My Orbs, Baby
In which our young hero discovers the truth of the old Welsh adage, Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose. Continue reading I Ain’t No Glamour Boy – I’M FIERCE!
Colin told me to like this LP, so I did. Continue reading Hey Man, I Am cool; I Am The Breeze
In which Paul depukeinates a platter. Continue reading When I Heard It, I Didn’t Puke
Sick shrimp shit going down? can only be Elvis. Continue reading Shrimp! Shrimp! Shrimp!
Warped, twisted, detestable … 1537! Continue reading Thank Providence
Queen I: bit shit compared to The Works? Discuss (using appropriate diagrams). Continue reading Frustrate Their Knavish Tricks
Tales from the old country Continue reading We Grow Fat On The Charms Of Our Idle Dreary Days
In which our young hero poses the old monolithic, or monoriffic question. Continue reading Gills, Gills, Gills!
All hail the throbbing future! (and Zombies!!!) Continue reading Still Life In Tokyo, With Zombies
‘It was 20 years ago in May / Sean Lennon told the band to play’ Continue reading Sean Of The Dad
The eighties, No thanks! Continue reading 1537 Ain’t No Feeble Bastard
A proper Fall review for all of us maladjusted little monkeys. Continue reading Chariots Of Ire
Our hero gets to satisfy 29 years worth of secret yearning in one go. Continue reading 29 Year Itch
Because Phair’s fair, innit? Continue reading Exile On Man Street
Because he messed it up. Fool. Continue reading 1537 vs. Exile On Main Street: The Full Unabridged, Unexpurgated Review (Slight Return)