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Beirut – The Akira I stare at the cover of Cosmopolitan from 1989 wondering who these girls might be who are Addicted To Sex and less about Why They Can’t Stop. Mum idly turns another page of the tattered, frayed and six-months-out-of-date magazine. Inside, mum might also be discovering why woman are Better, Smarter, Stronger [...]
Killing Joke – Love Like Blood She tries to draw shut the black curtains to block out the piercing afternoon sunlight. They stick, so she yanks them again, pulling from higher up this time, a trick learned from a thousand nights and lazy afternoons. The room now dark, she flicks on the bedside light and [...]
Jesus and Mary Chain – Taste of Cindy I walk over to Sam’s house, just around the corner from Belinda’s. She has a pool and a deck and an awesome hi-fi. It’s end of term. End of the year. School’s out for summer. What we need under the circumstances is a pool and a good [...]
David Bowie – Sound and Vision When Sam’s dad gets home from work, we pack up our stuff and walk over to Cam’s. By comparison, his parents are cool. They buy us beers and normally have cask wine for the girls. They desperately want to be part of their son’s life. Everything he wants, he [...]
Lloyd Cole – My Bag We inch forward in the patient under-18 Nello’s queue (the sign above the door proudly advertising it as The Dance Stance), trying to keep the bottles silent, buried deep in our bags. The evening is still and smells of melted tar and cheap perfume. Closer to the door it’s clear [...]
Boards of Canada – Alpha & Omega When it’s clear none of the girls are coming back Matt, Cam and I grab our bags and step out of the club to find them a couple of metres up the road, huddled together, smoking and giggling. Lindy’s eyes are all red from crying. I ask her [...]
Jah Wobble – Beat the Drum for me Still drunk and reeling a bit from the strange music, I stagger outside, and then over to Lindy when I notice her standing next to the Ford Escort installation – a car, fibre-glass enhanced to look like some monstrous hybridized crocodile and Stegosaurus. Her punk friends check [...]
It’s Saturday afternoon. My double tape deck plays on a shelf above my head over the bed. It used to be a single tape deck until we got robbed again and insurance paid for the upgrade. I lie on my bed watching the sun edge its way down, Auto-suggestion blaring from it, just short of [...]
Talking Heads – This must be the Place Although we rarely call each other during the week, it’s Tuesday night and, in my heart, I know she knows. Dad reads his book through his bifocals. Bifocals so small you can tell if he’s reading or looking at you by the slightest tilt of his head. [...]
