1987 marked something of a cultural rebirth. Freed from the dysfunctional apron-strings of provincial prevarication, 4 years of architecture school had summoned me to London. It’s filthy streets, were far from paved with gold, but the airwaves on the other hand, resounded to the sturm und drang of METAL! Continue reading
I was hugely disappointed, when I heard about the demise of the band Formes – their, “headfuck of psych vibes rubbing up against extreme metal influence played from a jazz fanatics mindset”, heralded a unique band, who seemed to buck every conceivable trend. At the time, I commented that, “the phoenix will rise again”, and rise it has!
Reassuringly, “Stupid Cosmonaut are a Manchester
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