Brass, still in pocket.
No offense.
A harlequinade of feeling and imagination.
The guitars, how they soar.
So alive.
Fertile sonic ground.
Even an abbreviated release from Antony is a cause for celebration.
An icon. An artist. A lover. A fighter. A mother.
When a basic pop song just won’t do.
Singles going Reatarded.
Therefore I is so…
Not the first time that science has paired with expletives
Raiding Bjork’s wardrobe
Another statement of perfection near Yom Kippur
How could we forget?
As weird as it sounds
Red wine and cigarettes.
Ascending even higher.
Ten Kens, four chords and a whole lotta reverb.
Return to the source.
