I’m in Wales at the moment and it’s wet, so, so wet, and in an attempt to counterbalance my drizzly depression I’m listening to some sunny-sounding music. Well, a band from Australia anyway, Eddy Current Suppression Ring, and specifically their record Primary Colours, the second best record called Primary Colours of the decade. Now, a lot of you clued-up blog bastards will know these Aussie punks and their two flawless long-players, but screw you, I’m obsessed with them. Read more »
Wow, could you cross a few more wires in my brain? It's bad enough you made me want to bury my nose to the hilt in Madeline's asshole, then you had to go and turn a Strawberry Shortcake jumper into cabaretwear. Why not tattoo a copy of my grandma's face across your tits while you're at it?
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How does a guy who dresses like a kid named Bruno on his first day of school end up with someone who looks like her dad owns Monaco? What the fuck is the matter with normal people?
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