Once again I have been sadly underwhelmed by the ridiculous, indeed intrinsically ridiculous, lyrcal content, or lack there of. They gently propagand swanseaic nothings to burlesque children of sacramental-savoyard fools. Which means nothing, not in the slightest. But you understand me. Yes you do. The guitar chords speak of nothing, or rather suggest knowingly, whining… Read more

I smelt the alcohol and smoke reek off him. It was in his hair, his clothes and in his mouth. His tie was pulled down and hung like a limp noose below his neck, the top button missing from his shirt. He took of his jacket, revealing sweat stains under his arms and a spill… Read more

Ever tried necrophilia? You should, its a gas. I know what you’re thinking, ‘Why dig up some dead thing and fucking it? There are better lays with the living’. Well I’ll tell you, because its great fun and bloody easy. You feel huge, really important. They can’t say or do anything against you, they’re dead,… Read more