Monday, April 21, 2008
Like most 15 year olds, my bedroom walls were covered with images of musicians and movie stars. One of my favourites was a black and white magazine photo of Beth Gibbons playing keepy-uppy with a football. I think it might have been torn out of Loaded, which used to be quite good back then. Honest. It was apparently unstaged, and effortlessly cool. It seemed to me to be possibly the least likely thing that the singer who wrenched her heart out on the records I adored would be doing. Ever. There's nothing like an enigma.
It's an angst filled dischordant glorious noisy delight to have them back.
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