I’m half dead, I’m a third alive, a quarter ticking over in the middle by the side of the road.
I’m half dead, I’m a third alive, a quarter ticking over in the middle by the side of the road.
I don’t understand how a heart is a spade, but somehow the vital connection is made.
Take a second, open your mind, take a step back, and stop this madness.
Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer?
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but I still turned out to be a huge Babyshambles fan, didn’t I?
Points to the future of aggressive music generally in some small but important way.
Wildly and gloriously weird punk-y art-meets-garage rock. Just dig it.
Uh… this album is crazy. Good crazy, but crazy. Dig it.
Crunching, groovy electro beats that could chew through the back of the club (or your mind, yeah?).
Love love “Bulletproof,” and the whole album has a high-octane dance pop energy.