“The North wind blows so cold,
Chilling the warmth of my desire”
Hey unbelievers, Pull down another page from the calendar, another week goes by. I witnessed two some-what odd events this week: one involving yours truly and the other not. Shall we start with the not-me? I can’t believe it’s not punk Put your mind back to the 70s (or any music countdown programme in the last 10 years) with a snarling, sneering young gent paying homage (!) to the Queen. The group that did and didn’t make it to number one. Umpteen years later, Mr Rotten Esq is now advertising butter. Eh? Come again? I’m not sure I can make the connection. A bastion of yoof culture and DIY music, now flogging solid cow juice? What next? Henry Rollins and […]
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