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
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
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
All hail the power of the sleevenote, especially when used to right wrongs and settle scores. Continue reading Liebling Home Ain’t Easy
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
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
Sick shrimp shit going down? can only be Elvis. Continue reading Shrimp! Shrimp! Shrimp!
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 kisses and tells. Continue reading Hazy Horizontal Happiness
In which our young hero poses the old monolithic, or monoriffic question. Continue reading Gills, Gills, Gills!