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Thursday October 04th 2012, 9:40 pmPumped and thumping. A wicked bouncing tickle of the eardrum. Messy and dirty, oh so deliciously dirty. Like pink and green neon sex casting into a grimy wet dark alley of urban night, skirting around shadows and giving them a lick and a grope as it slides by drifting upward into a murky sky. Imagining red velvet couches and slick black leather, a growling voice with rattling tongue alive in a rumble of rock’n’roll. After the last few days of dourness, I sorely needed an adjustment. There is no better way to shake off bleak attitudes than setting a needle down on a Cramps record.
Psychobilly Hootenanny
October 4th 2012
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