Crass, Napalm Death, Carcass, Godflesh… a lot of Earache and Southern Lord! Delicate, dreamy, minimal tunes like the ones you usually play in your albums. Or not? Well, are these listenings from your past or do you still have that side in you, maybe not expressed directly in your music? The Earache stuff is a…
Tag: Justin Broadrick
My Dear Killer – “It seems that wherever I set, then somehow things fold up rather abruptly to the point I start thinking it’s my own responsibility”
The first question would really be: where the hell you live? These pictures seem to have been taken by a trembling hand man living in a dark little room. That actually seems to pretty fit with the image of your label, Under My Bed. Time ago, if I’m not wrong, you told me that the…