Wring My Bell
Second line of this LP? ‘I don’t give two shits about how you feel’ Continue reading Wring My Bell
Second line of this LP? ‘I don’t give two shits about how you feel’ Continue reading Wring My Bell
There is no truth to the rumour that my daughter and I sing ‘Dyslexic arse’ to the tune of one song here Continue reading And A Dream Like This Must Die
The NME within Continue reading Oedipal Expletive
Power rage Continue reading Yes, I Want Blood
In which our young hero enjoys a record named after a drinks vending machine. Continue reading I Was Blind, Now I Can See
What the F–K? Continue reading Love/Haste
In which our young hero chases the nuns out in the yard Continue reading Really Deep Thoughts
In which our young hero contracts a hotel illness Continue reading 2021, 2027, 2038, 2049, 2055, 2066, 2077 & 2083
In which our young hero celebrates the poppy. Continue reading Grandma Take Me Home
In which our young hero calls down blood-curdling revenge upon himself. Continue reading What’s Up With What’s Going Down?
You hum it, I’ll painstakingly transcribe it. Continue reading Julian Cope: Julian H. Cope Lyrics
At last a nice sensible rock star mentions insurance. Continue reading The Rite Stuff
It started with a sniff … Continue reading Blasters Of Reality
‘Copacabana?! Oh baby, this is soul night!’ Continue reading 2000 Brain Cells Ago
In which a scabby one-eyed rabid junkyard dog licks his balls whilst contemplating life and the New World Order. Continue reading I’m In Love With This Malicious Intent