
If “transitional album” ever makes its way to Websters, Empire’s album cover should be pictured right next to the definition.
If “transitional album” ever makes its way to Websters, Empire’s album cover should be pictured right next to the definition.
Perry Farrell had a new band, and they were playing in the desert outside of L.A.
This is quite simply a great post-punk album: a little poppy but hooky as hell.
The bad thing about being a teenager in a Black Sabbath t-shirt or gazing at your Capezios through lumps of eyeliner is that you have to hide in the closet all of […]
This is a dangerous album cover. When it was released in 1988 various churches and parent groups got all bent out of shape. Oddly this was because they assumed that the there was […]