REAL COOL SHIT - REAL BIKES, REAL CARS, REAL TUNES . . . . AND A LI'L BIT OF REAL VITRIOLIC RANTING . . . . AND A WHOLE BUNCH OF OTHER COOL STUFF THAT GIVES ME THE HORN . . . . unless otherwise stated, all words, blurbs and drivel herein are entirely mine. I hope you dig it. All my personal photos can be enlarged by clicking on the image.
Monday, 18 November 2013
THE CURE "JUMPING SOMEONE ELSE'S TRAIN" . . . . WHAT A BAND THEY WERE THROUGHOUT THEIR FIRST THREE ALBUMS . . . . LIKE NOTHING OR NOBODY ELSE, DARK, EDGY, INTENSE AND DESPERATELY DRIVING AT SOMETHING ONLY SMITH COULD SEE . . . . THE BEGINNINGS OF GOTH BEFORE GOTH HAD A NAME . . . . BLEAK URBAN SOUNDSCAPES FOR THATCHER'S BRITAIN.
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