Cleave me asunder… and as with a stick of Blackpool rock, you’ll find Alan Moore‘s ‘Jerusalem‘ indelibly interlaced around my DNA.

Distorted Perspectives 2017, was yet another tautologic triumph, a peripherally poetic, wigging out ‘er limits, on Donegal’s ragged edge…

Turn On… Tune In… Drop Out…
This Sunday at 9pm on Primal Music, chromaticism’s revolutions on the radio, celebrates April with a nod to Distorted Perspectives 2017….

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!

All too quickly, Saturday and the final day of this Portuguese paradise, aka Reverence Festival Valada, is upon us.