“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Monday, February 4, 2013


Billowing clouds of maximum volume, slightly nauseating sweetness lurching on the queasy edge of disgust and beauty. Like an extremophile making its way through solid rock, they seem to have assimilated the twenty years of pop since Loveless.

In other words, insanely good.

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