Notre dame sans nom, satisfying serpentine suaveness and a discreet areola. Business as usual for Roxy. Continue reading Here By The Seine Notre Dame Casts A Long Lonely Shadow …
Blood Lust: [mass noun]
Uncontrollable desire to kill or maim others.
Continue reading Fester, Uncle
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
14:57, almost as good as 1537, but not quite. Continue reading Halloween ’66
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
All hail the power of the sleevenote, especially when used to right wrongs and settle scores. Continue reading Liebling Home Ain’t Easy
2018 – 1537 = 481. That’s probably very significant. Continue reading 1537 vs. 2018
Impeccable class and restraint? It has to be 1537. Continue reading C-Q-D/Sea
Pricking Floyd’s large gravitarse. Continue reading Satin-Clad Snake-Hipped Boogie Droog
In which the true meaning of Christmas is discussed, dissected and eaten. Continue reading If I Was A Turkey, With My Priorities Straight
Wiggy Giggy Giggy Wiggy Wiggy Giggy Giggy Continue reading Wiggy Giggy Giggy Wiggy Wiggy Giggy Giggy
Elvira, cheese and onion pasties, midgets. Continue reading The Dreams Ain’t Broken Down Here, They’re Just Walking With A Limp
In which our young hero gets very Butch. Continue reading Butch Casette-idy
A learned treatise on the necessity of employing a luxuriantly moustachioed drummer. Continue reading I Lost It All In The Popcorn Box!
Eschewing my usual ‘leave it 20 years’ policy, I review an LP released last Friday. Continue reading Les Synthé Analogique
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
Escape life’s dissonance and antagonism by listening to an LP full of, umm, dissonance and antagonism. Continue reading Sci-Fried
In which Paul depukeinates a platter. Continue reading When I Heard It, I Didn’t Puke