I’m a rock’n’roller so I’ll get up at 6am and write straight through until 6pm and then get absolutely trashed.
…there were twenty-five Slovakian motorcyclists in this Little Chef and every one of them just got up and legged it as soon as we walked in…
…Why didn’t you run with the popstar thing?
JC: Because I was surrounded by cunts…
Julian Cope is lost. He went off on a mission to get some sandwiches, took a shortcut, made a U-turn and lost mobile phone contact with the crew.
…If you set yourself up to put yourself on the edge of human experience what comes forth is your uber-human side. It’s just a fantastic feeling.
Napalm Death? In Leiden? And a children’s choir?
Imagine what it would be like if Interpol knew what it would be like to smile and wear something other than black?
There’s nothing remotely “Joy Division” about them, which is a refreshing turn of events in today’s rock marketplace and cause for celebration in itself
so theatrical you expect it to have a curtain call half way through
brash and confident, stylish and thoroughly entertaining