In what now seems like another life I was once a 16 year old grunger. I wore scuffed up doc martin boots, black jeans and thought Sonic Youth, Dinosaur Jr and Faith No More were cool. I cried when Kurt Cobain died. Whenever possible I would take a bus to London and would see bands play at The Camden Palace (now Kokos) and spend a lot of time on Oxford Street buying terrible clothes and obscur...
That’s the question that reader Nathan Werp asked us this morning via e-mail. And, no, Nathan, I do not remember this band. And based on the video of them that you sent us, I think that’s probably a good thing. Because that’s a terrible name for a band, and I think this is a terrible [...]