How much more ‘awkwind could it be? The answer is none, none more Hawkwind, Nik Turner’s latest album, laced with the magic of Simon House as well as Paul Rudolph and references your captain being dead as we fly on into even deeper space, from the first notes of Nik’s sax on Out of Control…
What a circus, what a circus indeed, indeed it is a circus, rats, rats and mice and “We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.” Eaten up by…
Do not panic. Thing of the day? Sonic attacks? Please follow these rules…. Do not panic… Where were we? Somewhere just past the end of the Cambridge Heath Road or Berstow, or somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, or maybe the chip shop, or was it The Hare? Somewhere near the Hare…
