An xxjfg archive for posts featuring Sic Alps.
In The Einstein Intersection, Samuel R. Delany tells us of planet Earth abandoned by humans and inhabited by an alien race that wander across the forsaken detritus of our mythology, swearing by the Great Rock and Roll and Elvis and Bob Dylan, this is a psychedelic western where prehensile feeted Lo Lobey herds dragons in…
There are some things which are just awesome and make us feel happy to exist, exhibit one, finest purveyors of trampling down the dusty streets of a western town under a dazing stroboscopic sunset, almost falling but not quite falling, swirling and fumbling like Bonnie and Clyde just about to have their outlaw torsos pierced…
We made a drunken deal in Primavera Sound, and it’s on, so welcome Sssamuel Strang getting down first, the curmudgeonly Spanish one plays the harmonica pensive at the back. The sound of monotony swamping your skull, Graffiti Island are not typical. Brought together through a mutual love of the deranged dilettante Jan Terri, their bludgeoned…