An Archive of Incendiary Magazine 2002 – 2017
David Kemper (the guy responsible for creating the words and music contained in this here album) certainly has too much going on inside his little head than is safe for one person.
Continue reading “Brahm’s 3rd Racket – Highlights of the Peloponnesian Wars”
The story goes that on our rider we ask for four baby pigs dressed in racing jackets, so we can race them… But I think we could update it for four gerbils…
We use tea in a very naughty way. We get so high on tea. We get so fucked up on tea. We go in there (the tea shop) and just start screaming.
on sunny afternoons, I like to drink wine, smoke grass – and fuck!
The story goes that he died in his bath – electroschock. I heard he was trying to change to lightbulb when he was in the shower.
Like a lot of people in this dog eat dog world, we’ve felt the ice-blood flowing through our veins melting like a polar cap every time we hear the perfect boy-girl harmonies created by the Magic Numbers.
When John was about to be introduced someone in the audience threw a t-shirt on stage that said ‘Play The Fucking Bass John’, (she’d probably been keeping it in her fanny pack)
Continue reading “Duran Duran – Heineken Music Hall, Amsterdam 31/5/05”
Metropolis; a festival where a drummer who shall not be named said that his favourite rodent was a cat…….. Hmm…
Continue reading “A marvellous time had by all; Metropolis 2005”
A scorching month behind us bodes well for the rest of the summer festivals does it not?
Cats, furthermore, do it in much more manageable portions, which also seem to calcify at a much brisker rate. In a nutshell, cats know they are responsible for their own shit.