ORGAN THING: Situation normal, all flipped out, onDeadWaves get Comfortably Numb, Detriot’s S.N.A.F.U committed to vinyl…
Stuff? Things? There’s no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going. The Black Blooded Clam is still making us smile, eating a heart out, a kind of keeper.. The last day of August, the last days of Shoreditch? The last days of Hackney Wick? Poking around in the overheating inbox. S.N.A.F.U? Wasn’t Mickey…