On Thursday night I went to a few Brit Awards after parties. Which, was, kinda fun I guess, but also left me with a vague feeling of wanting to shower in bleach to rid myself of the nagging feeling that all the music industry's strings are being held by some big slithery reptilian creature that plays real-life monopoly at the weekends with Roman Abramovich, Simon Cowell and Satan, using supermarket chains and oil franchises as the hotels in a secret cave near the Galapagos islands and crawls out...
NME - Radar — On Thursday night I went to a few Brit Awards after parties. Which, was, kinda fun I guess, but also left me with a vague feeling of wanting to shower in bleach to rid my... more info