And here's the good bit: every entrance is bricked up…
…goodbye, and good luck.
Yeah I lied a few weeks back: I'll be using Prolapse lyrics as titles, rather than Shellac.
Am aware that I am ploughing my own obsessive little niche with my frequent devotion to Prolapse. Don't care. They are (were) AMAZING. I will freely send MP3s to anyone who wants them, for I am a musical missionary (albeit only for Prolapse). God, "musical missionary" is such a hella lame term. Whatever.
So, the completion of a seven week period of essay/exam stress has given me the freedom to again partake in my favourite activity: wallowing in obscure bands and petty alcoholism-to-be. Sadly, from tomorrow onwards I will face three months of broadband-less existence, and thus my band-collecting enterprises will be curtailed. On the bright side, I will doubtless shortly proceed to the fine record shops of London and spew my meal-lessnessly-saved money on aural bliss. Praise be to be alive.