The low down
Time I pulled the blogging finger out and resurrected this site.
Jerked it back from the edge of extinction, like some inane child pulling a cat’s leg just for shits and giggles.
This time I’ll be posting the high quality aural goodness, and keeping a careful eye on curation.
No room for mediocrity, and none of your piss poor non-news posts about what fuckwit celebrity has beef with Kanye’s goldfish, and nothing about the latest suicidally snooze-worthy pop-bint and how taking all her music off Spotify is the best thing she’s ever been told not to do.
The way I look at it is, there are far too many shit blogs out there, and not enough posting about the music and stuff I rate, and if you want something done (and done properly, mind, not just half-assed) then get it done yourself.
So here I am, DIY-ing the fuck out of the music industry, so you can all get your fill of quality choons, either via this sleek-as-heck website, or straight into your ruddy inboxes.
Prepare to simultaneously have your eye and ear-holes caressed as if by a butterfly’s feather duster, and utterly smashed in like the nastiest gore-movie finale you’ve never seen.
It’s time to wrap your massive sticky-out ears round something worthwhile.