
I remember where I was the first time I saw this album cover.
I remember where I was the first time I saw this album cover.
The motorcycle has been the perfect rock and roll accessory since Elvis dressed up in Brando gear. We had the Mod scooter era, the Easy Rider wave, and the hair metal Harley […]
This was a rough night, and that wasn’t Peter Murphy’s fault. The band’s tour bus broke down, reportedly around Joshua Tree, so the show was doomed to a late start time. The […]
I feel like I owe you a capes and makeup palate cleanser after exposing you to Classix Nouveaux, and nobody ever made that combo work like Peter Murphy and Bauhaus.
Savannah was fucking hot, and I was even fucking-ier poor. Unless I could bum a meal off another SCADdy, I was down to eating peanut butter because it was all I had, […]
Without question the biggest album of 1983 in Boiling Springs, South Carolina was Def Leppard’s Pyromania. Nothing captured the upstate zeitgeist like that album: mullets, alcohol, and big dumb songs about rocking […]
David Bowie ended the 1970s in April 1983 — drove a stake through their Angel Flight hearts like some sort of dance friendly Van Helsing. Let’s Dance wasn’t Bowie’s first album in […]