On Mums Favourite
If you find yourselves enchanted by "Wind In The Willows," I salute your ability to decipher the enigmatic code of Mums Favourite. As for me, I'll remain here, clinging to the nostalgia of a bygone musical era, forever bewildered by the mysteries of modern youth culture.
On Super Death
Whether it be plunderphonics, glitchcore or digital hardcore, they all have this similar affect on me. It's like a sonic storm of electricity and perverse nostalgia, a reflection of the chaos and turmoil of our single use plastics and screen-captured degradation.
On Maxine Gillon
I remember him saying before I well and truly blacked out, my head and heart pulsing “Franc, it's ok - it's just Dad. America can be a cheap playhouse, let's get back to my hotel and unwrap this persona for you - you'll find i'm just as glamourous as your hallowed rockers.
On Nerve
Let him get his bag and on his ascent use it for travel sickness; cash soaked in stomach acid.
On Julia Jacklin
These days, I’ll readily acknowledge that I’m getting old - Nothing quite like some bird watching soundtracked by Ryuichi Sakamoto. With the bird of temporality on my shoulder, I seek out the what the kids are subjected to, I do this through the state-sanctioned youth culture buzzer Triple J.
On 208l Containers
I know you feel this: the pistols, skase, milli vanilli, fuckin’ cryptocurrencies - the swindles never end!
