Young Gods, Old Country
Waiting for some day job news articles to post (our publishing software is amusingly bad), before scooting off to fetch Mrs. Cutesome some scallops. I will, as I am known to do, post a link to my most recent Sugarzine column.
I really wasn't intending to do it, what with Sugarzine turning into a Queens fanzine and all that. But then I recalled, very dimly, that I'd been to a gig when I was in London. Very wasted, but yes, I thought that would do. It's not as if being too drunk to remember the song titles has ever been a bar to serious music criticism. And the editor asked very nicely.
So there you have it. Swiss industrial metal. From a drunk man. Nice.