I sat in a convivial pub the other night as around me convivial sorts chattered and laughed. I could barely hear a word. Every so often, the sound of what appeared to be a band tuning up threatened to break down even that little of my personal space. I do not need, not REQUIRE an […]
Sparky, desperate, rough-edged, delirium-fuelled, defiant, shouty boy pop. There’s a place for it, you know.
2012. I’m not going to lie to you, it’s been a shit year in terms of my personal life.
“I take sucker rappers, I put ’em through a strainer like macaroni ’cause the shit sound cheesy”