I regret not knowing about so much music when I was growing up. For instance – where was Kraftwerk when I was younger, when I could wander down the Autobahn and invent some elaborate fantasy plot on the spot? Why did I never tap into the teenage rebellion of Nirvana (In Utero, to be exact) […]
Imagine a desk. A desk full of promo CDs, thin glass cases and paper sleeves lined in tiny towers like a mini metropolitan sprawl. Are you sitting at this desk? Good. Stand up. Now, with one arm (two if you’re a wimp), sweep off everything. What is this clatter, reeling far away from the center? […]
Fly Ashtray are a curious bunch of outsiders. They’re always late to the party, and never quite the same.