An xxjfg archive for posts featuring crossbones.
We are, like happy otters, almost halfway through feasting on the entrails of this compelling summer of 2007, proof of the incoming apocalypse/reinstatement of the Older Gods over mankind’s thrones and parliaments. Anyway, this Do we are involved with has had a few London clubs coming down to visit and celebrate a sweet alignment of…
-Who do you think you are you young whipersnappin’ punks, how dare you tread on my holy musical lawn, slide your greasy fingers over the virgin wax of my fave rock und rawl hymns? -Shaddup ye olde fool, or didn’t thee olden ones cover even oldener ones wid the fiery energy ov there sweaty bodiez?…
One of your trusty 20JFG types went down to Spain this year for Sonar festival, Genuine ‘Certified badman’ guy by his side. The idea was to, after indie times last three Primaveras, get soaked once again in Barcelona’s sun, espresso overdose sitting idly in the terraces by the Ramblas and the innocent enjoyement of the…