Strike your pose and lie in a pile of books with this one. Yes, your run of the mill Morrissey fanzine, however this is imported from the land of la la la’s.
Celtic ambiance and mournful tunes. Really dug the flute, but too bad there was some kind of low-frequency hum that drowned it out and buzzed the speaker cabs.
Made up of former members of Bullet LaVolta, Voodoo Dolls, and Orangutang, this three-piece put its own creative spin on the Bob Mould/Sugar/Hüsker Dü sound.
Ignoring anything resembling diversity within or between songs, Sinister just plain play mind-numbingly fast, trudgingly slow, and thoroughly demonic songs.
I scrambled to pack. Pirate shirt, leather pants, aspirin, condoms. Forget a notebook. After so much drinking, I’d couldn’t hold a pen straight. Tape recorder.
Sgt. Pepper meets Lenny Kravitz for a drink in San Francisco. They cop some greenbud on Haight Street and, after rolling a fatty, go out cruising for girls.