Oedipal Expletive
The NME within Continue reading Oedipal Expletive
The NME within Continue reading Oedipal Expletive
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In which our young hero sniggers at his own proctological joke. Continue reading I Named My Raccoon After A Boxer
A proper Fall review for all of us maladjusted little monkeys. Continue reading Chariots Of Ire
I think Sister Sledge We Are Family is without doubt the most precision-tooled album in my whole collection. Not a beat, … Continue reading He Never Leaves The Disco Alone
I saw this whilst away in the Lake District this weekend – how metal? The sheep’s skull was nailed to … Continue reading Skulls And Seasons
Old fart that I am, I’m still shattered from my three nights out in five days* so I’ve chosen something … Continue reading How Dare You Assume I Want To Parlez-Vous With You?
Here’s one to separate the men from the boys*, The Fall. 35 years plus of wilfull, semi-avant garde, truculent toying … Continue reading Life Just Bounces