Harry Secombe is Coming to Tea
Harry I’ll send away for anything free Coz coffee doesn’t interest me Doo-Doo, doo doo, doo doo I’m afraid to eat my tea Oh! but I love saucers Spinning on bendy sticks Harry Secombe’s coming to tea (twice) (later changed to: Carry beacons into the sea) This is a pretty good rendition of what…
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Sex Machine – as robotically aloof as a rusty lawnmower
Sex Machine Review from 2008 Thus spake Jason Heller. I particularly liked, while not being exactly correct: Crawling Chaos, though, was a fucking wreck. Gangling, ungainly, sloppy, self-sabotaging, murderously humorous, and perhaps mildly insane, the group appropriated the title of one of James Brown’s most archetypal funk tracks and basically took a big dump on…
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Late Incarnations
Jeff Doing His Thing From the later period that is Spookhouse. This is Racheengel. Pinch punch, first of the month.
John Dee Guardian Jhonn’s Angel
The Guardian of champagne socialism has a piece on Sunday (17 Jan 2016) on John Dee whose transcribed writings provided the lyrics for Jhonn’s Angel. Apparently there are some hidden skulls in a painting. In tune with our modern uneducated times the Guardian call him an enigmatic polymath….. Jeff called him a charlatan crook. Jeff…
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