It lies there in its wiry couch and winks at you listlessly before lighting up another Gitanes. You don’t mention the burning sensation this time, because the sight of your testicles performing a ‘Gallic shrug’ makes you want to vomit out your soul. On the bus, you manage to forget that your penis has transformed into Serge Gainsbourg until a...Learn More

El Wu-Tang Clan encuentra la bruja de Brooklyn 1 am – February 11 1993, Brooklyn. Nine young men in the snow, but not even feeling it. Thick puffy parkas plus hype juice running in their bloodstreams. Warm cassettes in their pockets. One of them is the leader, but maybe he is more like the hunter. He is hunting a shelter and he has a nose for it...Learn More

“5 kilobars and holding.” “Beware the bends, Captain!” “Roger that, minimen!” The Morrissey rose from the ocean floor encrusted in the gross plastic bag creatures that were probably impressive a billion years ago before the giraffe was invented. The skinny warbler piloted his battle armor skillfully, the high albedo of its greying temples...Learn More

In the late 80s there was a man. A black daredevil with dreads. Prince, Muhammad Ali and Sam Cooke rolled into one package. His sexy appearance on a tv show called the Tube aroused a nation. He came through the tube to give us gravel voiced sexy days. His alchemy was wrong. Unlike Kravitz who took from Lennon, Hendrix and Marley WHOM EVERYBODY IN...Learn More