Fiery Furnaces rip up the script and start anew. Like great Surrealists and Post Modernist writers. They burrow into childhood.
We've been quiet for a couple of days on here but let's pick things up a bit. We're coming up to the weekend . With that in mind, let's go fly some kites.
Melbourne's Paper Kites rock a familiar cosy, fireside folk sounds on latest record; 'If You Go There I Hope You Find It. It's something you know completely already. But will want to hear again.
England are labouring in Atlanta against. I have the TV on, but the volume down. I'm afraid I've seen this too many times and I have Francis of Delirium's Run Run Pure Beauty. on at my desk. Luxembourg's finest woe is me merchant. Some things never go out of fashion