An xxjfg archive for posts featuring roadtrip.
You know we love indie, we are always complaining about indie schmindie this, and indie dance remixes that but then we are being lazy and incorrect with our terminology, you know that what we slate, that indie, is not really indie but revivalist fashion driven corporate Middle of the Road derivative crap, actually almost everything…
We live in a constant tension between the space above, away from gravity, which is the first force of reality we have to contend with when we are dragged out of the womb, and the Earth below, full of shit and pain but also warm and alive, let us take the latter route today, tread…
Wind opens up like the wings of a bat engulfing them inside a space which is utter quiet for a second, the eye of the storm, the belly of a behemoth with walls through which acid should presently precipitate hissing to corrode flesh and soul into a primeval soup of bubbling fat, a yellow carcass…
Last time we heard, our heroes were lost in the limbo separating the barren desert scoured by the mercilless eye of God from the land of ghosts where a sepia thistle blooms for every sin you have committed, they advanced holding hands, oblivious to the warnings of tongue-speaking coyotes and vultures cruising the sky like…
We are on a journey. We are on a journey to find the best club ever. Since living in outerspace we have realised that we have to make a concerted effort to create our own fun but this is just becoming tired (plus, Soulseek doesn’t work past the perimeters of our solar system and it…