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.