Quick. Hold me tight. The artificial fog drifts closer. Now here’s a little-known tangent about me – before I succumbed to the drain-drip bloodbath underworld of what the rest of the Western world calls “industrial”, the closest tune to rain-soaked, smokestack factories that I knew was the Police’s “Invisible Sun”. It sounded like the blackest […]
You realize what a lucky bastard you are, don’t you? Well, you should. Exclusive EP streams normally aren’t our bag. I had a nice intro written here. Something about the golden days of American radio, how that was half a lifetime ago for me, how radical even James Taylor sounded to a kid who listened […]
Photo by Tom Medwell. So Slate wrote a righteous article last week, about how many folks still assume that women need men to write and produce their stuff. I’ll admit, I’m prone to this too. Worse, though, I fear that we here at Collapse Board propagate that stereotype when we laud women as singers and […]
Fair warning, readers – I do not own this physical cassette yet, and thus cannot say with 100% certainty what sort of chemical reaction this will cause in your tape deck. However, my guess is that Meanest Man Contest (MMC) will command your stereo, surge into your skull, and induce involuntary head jammin’. You will […]
Seattle’s La Luz have a definite beach blanket bingo vibe, especially if the beach in question is located somewhere in Twin Peaks with the ghosts of crackly 50s doo-wop & 60s girl-group singles echoing from someone’s AM radio.