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She's been there, done that.

Delays, Mentalgen, NBs: THE FALL.

Tiny Clip Medleys

John Peel - Tiny Clip Medley 014 : Third Fall

The Room

From the upcoming EP, Apophonia: https://robertafidora.bandcamp.com/album/apophonia

Shoreliner

Unofficial remix 2014 - not for sale.

Original available to purchase on the 1989 Album 'Technique'
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/technique/id282971529

New Order - Vanishing Point (Rich Lane Cotton Dub)

Giöbia 7" 'What Have You Done/Silver Machine (feat. Shazzula Sharon Schievers on vocals) from H42 Records

What Have You Done - Silver Machine

Silver Machine

Gone

Gonna build my own dream machine
In swirling Rauschenberg reds and greens


Dream Machine - SLAB

From the debut album 'Why Can't You Write Something Nice For A Change?', released 14th February 2013 on Nerve Echo.

'A Forest of Cocks' Lyrics

Meadows glean chided braveries in their smiling rook caution, sipping ether in their tea,

Temperate hedges the sidelines of corporate philanthropy emitting a visceral cry of slaughtered heartache that sweats your guilt onto the linen.

Passwords flinging my ripped brain matter onto the point of pointlessness jab into reality with a Brompton Cocktail please,

The scanner doodles ape words onto the sky of November withering with glee at the hirsute clouds of it all as we filter the earth,

The tock tock of unsynchronised clocks mocks the nightly weather reporters’ patterns of meaningless,

Fur lined faux temptation rustles the chill of jigsawed teeth at the entrance of the metallic cave,

Bubbles taunt the static heads of wax coated eels hot spitting hiss flared incantations from diluted sun,

Molten teeth drip magma smiles into moth eyed hollows,

Tethered rain forces its sadness into the guffawing mouths of coutesans and oafs,

Eyelids froth the bile of yesterday’s tears into the metal lungs of remorseful dogs,

And so the darkness blinds the overhang of fleecy meadows that float through the tripesque skies of dappled withering.

Chlorine cackle follows starfruit metamorphosis,

The tarmac face mask of old cannot hide the laughter of winter whistling through panes like coiled spent automatic toys,

Snow prompts ringside cold princess into feral games of sadistic stage psychokinesis,

The wings of hope splutter dry their nuclear dream mistaken for snow bringing shadows to Japanese pavements,

When they opened up his heart they found it was full of urine.

                                                               ***

Feathered dogs breathe velour into their masters’ pulmonary ephemera transplanting eyes into the sockets of a blind doll,

The nuthatch winks at the one eyed half moon, its mimic re-boot stirring the hedgelings to the rain of their forefather’s ire; no-one hears,

Canal mouth of a lake of wires,

Tentacles of daylight retracting into space,

Dusty crash of a voice sensor strobe,

Fat neon words like modelled balloons advertise has-beens, clowns, sex-shops, and distorted strip tease in the deep lake of a hall of mirrors,

The dearth of woodwind finds ribboned heartache dribbling down the walls of blue crystal hotels in Siberia,

Bomb a sky of clouds for a single drop, swallow at source your smile and walk away,

Red lips for eyes cry holes full of laughter into the rotting eyes, ears, hair and mink coats 
of the skin and bone rich bitch old ladies of The Ritz.

Devilish thoughts proclaim the spire of night as fingernails sail the sky in a flotilla of new moons traversing the witching hour sea with their venomous cargo,

A starburst revolt of bilious dreams and ego roasted spittle eroding hard leather of annoyed, brave face hears crop sprayed crazy pave sound wave from frozen fog cotton mouth,

Crow beaked horses gallop through a forest of cocks. 


Why Can't You Write Something Nice For A Change?

A Forest Of Cocks

My old friend fear.....
A tale of a lone killer
A bass heavy psychedelic groove - the vocals dont arrive until 2m.56

SLAB - Tornado Alley

something for the summer, Pilooski Dreamy Dub Mix of our Uptown Top Rankin cover


UPTOWN TOP RANKING COVER- Pilooski Dub Mix

An outlet for the John Peel TINY CLIP MEDLEYS.

For those who miss his voice, or have heard of him and wonder who he was.

John Peel - Tiny Clip Medley 014 : Third Fall

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