Secret Album 6

You can hear them breathing before the delicacy lifts onto the air. Twinned and entwined, the two guitars dance around one another as human voices drone and intone biblical motifs, cuss words and longing – longing is the word. The opening number dies like bathwater draining down and segues into swamp banjo blues. This is all very live. We are stretched somewhere between The Stones and 1768. Thick swathes of forest and peeling wooden church-houses, a keening call from the past, a brilliant deception: dressed in civil war clothes, singing an acidic parody of sepia sentiment, weird modern wolves breathe vodka fury under the sacrificial lambswool.

The ballads break hearts and are filled with devastated mystery. They operate on the mind like photographs from an unreachable dream. Scenes from the small town rock and roll circuit speak of unfathomable sadness. Ruination and emptiness call from the souls of regular folks; immigrants,…—More Rants/Slates

Epigrams of April


Epigrams of April


A blister is a balloon to a bee, a place to frolic and reflect.


All adverts are designed to mind-fuck children.


The universe is bigger than Jesus but you’re better than that.


Belt up, we’re going for a ride. Second thoughts, get out – we don’t need you.


No matter how high they build the walls, how strong the fences, I’ll stay where I am reading the paper.


Mercy is a virtue found only in the bastards whose power makes it a possibility.


A mouse is to a cat what whiskey is to a folk singer.


If you do that three more times I’m going to kill you.


I’d be a world leader if they let me. I’d live on a plane and attempt to have barbecues banned. I’d fire a rocket at Bono. I’d dig a trench around Luton.


I can forgive anything but wanton acts of Christianity.


When all the lights go green I’m gonna be…—More Untruths