Hi Sinister,
And a happy new year to all. I hope the first few days of your 2002 have
been good. Mine have. Been grate!
I flew over the pennines and Glasgow (could see Parkhead, Hampden and Ibrox
all at the same time!!), and Loch Lomond and Mull and GREENLAND!! all caked
in snow, all the while listening to Tigermilk. Eleven hours later I touched
down in Los Angeles (LOS ANGELES !!) and after a couple more hours
negotiating the lovely US immigration and customs officials was met by the
truly Awesome Rachel Fruitloop and her friend Vicky. At first it was all
pleasantries but a little awkwardness in finally meeting face to face with
someone you've opened a bit of your heart up to via email and a couple of
phone calls. But now, only what, 5 days later, I can't imagine never knowing
her. But in 4 days I have to go home :(
I'll leave Rachel to tell you more. She's a much better writer than me, as
you all know. I just wanted to do my reporting back duty and thank everyone
who wished me well. I don't think it could've turned out much better, and
it's all down to Sinister, which is YOU!!
Just in case it wasn't clear (put it down to his gallant modesty) Ken won
the London bowling with that score of 157. So unless you did better Mr
Gillanders, Chu's our champion, as if he wasn't already!
take care
Ben
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+-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+
+-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+
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Okay. I promised myself I wouldnÂ’t do this again, post to sinister elaborate
detail about a club experience, but it seems to be the time of year when
resolutions are broken and I just canÂ’t help it. It was possibly the
GREATEST CLUB EXPERIENCE EVER, thatÂ’s why. AND it technically was a sinister
meet-up. So thereÂ’s context for ya. Content. Yeah.
It all came about when lovely sinister listee ZOE contacted me to say sheÂ’d
be home for the holidays and we should meet up. Calls were made, and she
suggested we go to “Kitcherella,” a special night dedicated to kitch of all
sorts - kitch music, kitch decorations, kitch clothing. She said it began
years ago in a small club and had presumably grown to massive proportions,
warranting the occasional take-over of a huge schwanky club. She hadnÂ’t
attended since the move, so told me she didnÂ’t know what to expect, but it
should be fun. OKAY! IÂ’m always up for the possibility of fun. Oh yes. And
KITCH! Hells yeah.
Anyway.. I try to drag Joanna with me (not very difficult considering she
likes to dance as much as I do) but she is actually ill. Poor dear. So at
midnight I venture out alone to meet Zoe. I arrive early, and as I stand
outside I see some absolutely gorgeous people enter the club. I see some old
men drive up and throw the keys of their Mercedes to the doorman who runs
out to look for a valet. I see people with GOLD HAIR and ripped stockings
and ugly furs. Oooh! I knew it would be a fine evening already.
Once inside, I was floored. The club was ENORMOUS, larger than any IÂ’d ever
been in before. And there was a seemingly endless supply of beautiful thin
girls in mesh gold dresses and gold foil wigs working at desks, bars,
circulating the crowd, leading men in suits to reserved tables. It was like
the Greek version of Studio 54, except not as many naked people. But just as
much underwear. (Coincidentally (?) enough, it was called Club 22. Hmm.)
Underwear hung from clotheslines strung up around the club, and by the end
of the night it was being twirled over heads, slipped on over clothing,
draped over facesÂ… oh yes.
Zoe arrived dressed in a classic sleeveless long white shirt, with black
paint-like splatters and a big belt and.. it was quite a fine eighties
ensemble. Her friend Helen was dubbed “Madonna” for the evening. She looked
fantastic. And the rest of the crowd - incredible. There were coon caps,
argyle sweaters, neon floral prints, huge gold chains, wigs, sunglasses.. I
canÂ’t even do justice to the amazing costumed kitchiness. I, on the other
the hand, was dressed pretty conservatively in a little black dress and
maroon Johnny-collar shirt/jacket thingie. Ah well.
We clumped around, waiting for others in our party to arrive, staring with
greedy eyes at all the beautiful people who entered, shaking our heads a
little, anxious for some serious cheesy booty-shaking to begin. When we were
finally all assembled, we headed to the dance floor and bopped around a bit.
Then the lights dimmed and three screens came down from the ceiling and the
opening of Dynasty was projected. Lordy. Everyone hooted and screamed in
glee. Then the center screen lifted to reveal a man in an enormous golden
afro, sitting in the center of a stage with a drink in hand, regarding one
of the screens in studied interest. Everyone yelled and he got up, did a
dramatic little turn and headed to the DJ booth, all decked out in gold and
flanked by two beautiful girls scantily-clad in gold mesh and foil. Yay!
Golden afro man was the DJ! He slammed his hands down like a conductor and
the Bee Gees blared. Everyone immediately started to go crazy. It was
fantastic! The Bee Gees were followed by other incredibly cheesy songs,
including some Greek classics and, even worse, Greek covers of American
cheese. My favorite was a Greek cover of a Grease song. Oh yes.
After about five songs or so, the lights dimmed again, another cheesy video
clip was projected on the two screens, and then the stage was lit to reveal
seven scantily clad golden girls with gold foil pom poms, who did a
choreographed dance to some cheery song. It was so great! Stage shows! There
were a few more interspersed throughout the evening, all hilariously
fantastic.
Needless to say, we danced our asses off. Until 4:30 a.m. We could have
lasted longer, I think, but Zoe had a paper to write. She did leave with a
souvenir of the evening - a bra flung in our direction by a crazed dancer
that exactly matched her eighties paint-splattered shirt! Incredible!
I just could not get over the sheer quantity - and quality - of fine-looking
people. It seemed like everyone who was anyone was there. Where do they all
hide in the daytime, I wondered. In fact, the biggest star of the moment in
Greece - the winner of Big Brother, GreeceÂ’s first experiment in reality
television that was an amazing success - was on the guest list and rumoured
to be coming, but he never did appear. Pity, really. Ha!
It really doesnÂ’t sound as exciting when translated to paper, does it? Ah
well.
Zoe was lovely, of course, as were her friends, and we had a great time
dancing. Again, I was able to do the Molly Ringwald and it was cooooool. And
I threw in some Ally Sheedy as well, being a special occasion and all.
After I left Zoe, I took a cab home and had a lovely conversation with the
driver, speaking perfect Greek. Why do I find myself suddenly able to
converse in Greek only after being awake for more than 15 hours or drunk? We
discussed the usual topics - where I was from, what IÂ’m doing here, why I
like it, whether IÂ’m looking for a Greek husband, American capitalistic
imperialism. And he didnÂ’t even try to rip me off! I even paid in Euros, how
exciting!
And I just woke up at 5 p.m. and listened to QueenÂ’s Bohemian Rhapsody. Good
fucking song. ItÂ’s kinda sad. I almost cried.
Holy Moses, itÂ’s snowing outside. Coming down like a blizzard. My lord.
Perfect time to defrost the fridge, actually. Can put the food outside. Mmm.
By the way, my first official Big Decision of 2002, was to venture, alone,
to BULGARIA. Yes, I am clearly insane. Even more so when you hear my other
option - taking a cheap (76 Euros/$70) flight to London to stay with friends
for a week and go bowling with Ken. Hmm. That or return to the Eastern
European country where I was almost kidnapped and married off to Romanian
prisoners five years ago? And I chose the latter option? What the fuck, eh?
Well, it all came down to money, really. First of all, the whole reason I
must make such a decision is because I must leave the country by Jan. 23 - I
only have a three-month visa, and if I donÂ’t leave the country every three
months I run the risk of being deported; backwards, eh? So if I go to
Bulgaria, which would be cheaper to begin with, I can write travel stories,
which pays for expenses and perhaps more. In fact, I already have one
assignment lined up which would cover expenses. And considering how
desperately poor I am, there really was no other choice. Even though I am a
bit.. um.. frightened. Eeps! If you donÂ’t hear from me in a week and half,
send out the rescue mission please.
IÂ’m trying to make the most of it, though. It will be an adventure of
gigantic proportions, I tell myself. And I will undoubtedly return with
great stories. Already my plan is to write about the Mexican restaurant
phenomenon in Sofia. Hehehe. Last time I went, I discovered EddyÂ’s Tex-Mex
Diner, owned by Mafioso Eddy, who had spent several years in Las Vegas and
came out of the back room dressed entirely in black leather to have a shot
of whiskey with us. According to my sources in Sofia (ha! I actually have a
source in Sofia!) Eddy is rumoured to be doing time in a Nevada prison for
drug trafficking charges or something (we suspected the Mexican imports were
not limited to food ingredients alone). But, fingers crossed, I really hope
to run into him again and do a proper interview.
Ok thatÂ’s enough of that then.
Hope yÂ’all are having a peachy keen 2002 so far. IÂ’m gonna go dance in the
snow-covered streets now. Eat your heart out, New Englanders!
MWAH!
~dahling
ps: i feel like kind of an ass posting such dribble after amyÂ’s lovely post
but..um..well..yeah. i guess iÂ’m an ass. Hmm.
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Wow..Everett True. i remember him from the Good Old Days where the Melody
Maker was king despite the ink that came off in your hands.
It had a great system for reviewing albums. One symbol for "bloody
Essential", another for "recommended" and that was it. I could never make
head nor tail of albums without these symbols because the reviews were so
odd and usually not about the albums itself at all. In fact even some albums
with the aforesaid symbols had reviews that slagged them off
Everett was good mates with Kurt and the MM christmas specials were always
uber-cool. he once did a review of Tad where the first letter of each
paragraph created the legend "JAMES DEAN (or someones name anyway) IS A
C***)"
And the interviews were always interesting. And it was all good.
and then all the good journos left. Mr True, Kulkarni, and the others whose
names I can't remember.
Now look at it. MM was reduced to being Smash Hits but with Slipknot on the
cover and had to give away shit posters and stickers to try and stop the
slippage of readers. it failed and it died.
and the NME went downhill fast with little competition on the 25th floor of
IPC towers.
basically- if E. True and Mr Gullick are behind Careless Talk cost Lives,
you should buy it.
hope you all had good new years
paul
>From: "Neil Robertson" <neil(a)banchory.net>
>Reply-To: "Neil Robertson" <neil(a)banchory.net>
>To: "sinister" <sinister(a)missprint.org>
>Subject: Sinister: New things on Banchory
>Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2002 15:37:37 -0000
>
>For anyone short of a bit of reading matter, www.banchory.net is selling
>copies of the new music magazine "Careless Talk Costs Lives".
>The magazine, created by former Melody Maker journo Everett True and top
>photographer Steve Gullick, is intended as a bit of an alternative to,
>ahem,
>other current music publications. The first issue contains Stuart Murdoch's
>Brazilian Tour Diary, as well as the biggest Mogwai interview ever
>conducted, pieces with Calvin Johnson, Le Tigre, Electralane and literally
>hundreds of reviews of the sort of shit yous lot like to listen to.
>
>It's under "Fancy Goods" in the B&S Merch section.
>
>Enjoy.
>
>Neil
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> +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+
> +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+
> +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+
> +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+
> +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+
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+-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+
+-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+
+-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+
+-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+
+-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+
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For anyone short of a bit of reading matter, www.banchory.net is selling
copies of the new music magazine "Careless Talk Costs Lives".
The magazine, created by former Melody Maker journo Everett True and top
photographer Steve Gullick, is intended as a bit of an alternative to, ahem,
other current music publications. The first issue contains Stuart Murdoch's
Brazilian Tour Diary, as well as the biggest Mogwai interview ever
conducted, pieces with Calvin Johnson, Le Tigre, Electralane and literally
hundreds of reviews of the sort of shit yous lot like to listen to.
It's under "Fancy Goods" in the B&S Merch section.
Enjoy.
Neil
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+-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+
+-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+
+-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+
+-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+
+-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+
+-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+
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I feel I ought to bulk out my character beyond a love of a rare bird.
My enthusiasm for them in my debut e-mail stemmed from spotting one
that morning in the sky above me. I also look up at the night sky a
lot nowadays but that's just to find the seven sisters which is the
only constellation I can recognise. I'd like to know more, be able to
name a hundred stars like the skipping girl off 'Drowning by numbers',
I'd also like to have a basic grasp of Spanish before I leave for Peru
and I'd like to be more adept at the sax but like isn't a strong
enough inducement whilst I'm in this rut of a gap year.
The sax in question is a prissy tenor, its flaw is that it happens to
be a Yamaha and has inherited a nasty orange-gold laquer. I consider
leaving it out in the rain to tarnish into one of those battered,
rusted instruments in the b&w New York jazz photos.
I'm second in a local jazz band where the average age is 60 & I've
lost my school-girl ability to dive head first into solos with only
the vaguest notion of what notes to play.
Ten, ten is a much more appropriate number. It can be a late new
year's resolution to learn the names of ten stars. Bit more unusual
than the 'go to the gym once a week' offerance.
My village is half way between Oxford & Reading. It was once a swamp
with a monastery and when it rains hard the water pools into the
shapes of the lakes and trenches of the trout farm the monks had in
the grounds of the nature reserve, this is all from Primary school
it's odd the stuff you retain.
Agatha Christie is buried in the church yard. Our one claim to fame
and not much at that, it'd be something for the grave to be a shrine
like Conan Doyle's with lots of die hard fans in Poirot outfits or
Miss Marple get-ups holding seminars around it but they all prefer the
Orient Express.
What else to say.....I have beautiful blood, that's according to the
nurse at the donor clinic- it was an aesthetically pleasing shade of
crimson leaking into the bag if I do say so myself. It is also O
negative which my Mum the doctor treated like a genetic disease
pouring over her old medical books as the prospects of multiple
grandchildren fell into jeopardy. I wish I'd known this during
Biology, could've been my own show & tell in the genetics classes.
Quickly onto New Year's, mine was similar to Christina McDermott's
only this was vodka trivial pursuit. T'was also short lived as the
trivial pursuit in question predated the fall of the Berlin wall and
the only correct answer given was "eyebrows!". 2001 ended with a
debate on the political layout of the South American continent. Jill
found the drunken scrawlings in her diary the next day resembling a
cross between Italy and an alien's head drawn by a 2 year-old.
Looking back this is not so much a CV as it is the ramblings from an
over indulgence in black cherry youghurt.
bye now
Becky x
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+-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+
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if how you spend new year = how you're going to die, i'm very worried.
watching edward woodward being burnt alive is not in my top ten of
'things to do with my final moments on this earth'.
i don't think this has been mentioned yet - the january issue of
careless talk costs lives includes the following b&s content:
1. spoof news item on the band being deployed to afghanistan. sample
sentence "we need a morale booster - and what better than the thought of
these fey, mimsy little milquetoasts fetching up against the ruthless,
battle-hardened zealots of the Taliban?"
they obviously don't know about struan's boxing skills...
2. non-review of the september washington gig by a jonathan richman fan.
3. (best bit) a two-page brazilian journal by stuart murdoch, bless him.
plus of course the usual spattering of music journalese references in
the rest of the magazine: "belle and sebastian on <insert drug here>";
the lovechild of <insert band name here> and belle and sebastian" etc
etc
i really don't like the music press. including so-called saviours of it
such as ctcl. (it's significant that the best writing in this issue was
by struan.) i don't feel that any of these writers are talking to me,
that's the problem. i hardly need to mention the nme, but even
magazines like uncut and ctcl which purport to have some kind of
intelligence and integrity make me feel like a hopelessly uncool
outsider - everett true is in bed with all the artists for a start. i
begin to think that if you're passionate about music, the last thing you
should do is write about it, because you will inevitably disappear up
your own arse before you can say 'i hate starsailor, me'.
blah, anyway. lots of deep thoughtful posts lately, something
guaranteed to make me feel dull and mentally feeble. perhaps i should
retreat to #sinister, where paragraphs do not exist...
luv archel xxx
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sigh - exam time again. Of course, ideally, i would be studying - the first
one is in less than a week. But me being me and a world cass procrastinator,
i'm still finishing assignments i was supposed to have finished weeks again.
At the moment i'm busy plagerising from a great big book i found in the
library. I'm trying to find bits to fill in the gaps in my report that sound
like i might have actually written them. Actually, the book is quite
interesting - it's all about loss prevention in industry, which sound verrry
boring but is really about all the horribble horrible things that can happen
to a person in an industrial plant. Chapters have headings such as '
injuries caused by flying glass fragments in explosion' and recount various
accidents that have occured, in order of severity. In the last one i read
someone lost their hand - i think someone's going to lose their head in a
minute.
i got a new phone for christmas - unfortunately it's with a new network
that doesn't seem to want to think at all. i don't think they can have
proper masts ( or whatever it is that relays texts and things), i think they
must have employed old men in tin foil hats holding coat hangers aloft to
send things around the country. the one assigned to my phone must have died
or gone on holidays or something cos my phone just doesn't want to work.
oooh - we got new money and it looks like pirate treasure. All the coins
are gold and thick and ridgey and look like doubloons.It's great - nobody
has a clue of how to tell them apart.On the down side, though, all the notes
seem to be grey - not very cheery. One good thing about the euro change over
is that all my bus fares have gone down by about 5p - yay!
i need to change the way my name comes up on the list - i don't like being
just a number.
love louise
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I sat down two days ago thinking I had so much to write, but I couldn't seem
to type anything of interest. Not that this usually hinders me, but I
couldn't even think of anything self-indulgent that was vaguely amusing. So
what does this say about me? I think things are pretty darn fun in my life
but nothing turns out worth mentioning.
But then I saw other people's lovely posts today, a big ten of them this
morning. This is probably more significant to me than anyone else, having
been on holiday this week and getting up late, and also not checking my
e-mail in the mornings meant I didn't really believe sinister existed this
early in the morning.
Does the world disappear when we close our eyes?
I see no reason why not.
(Turns into rich boy Jools Holland mode...) "OK, let's come here, over here
to the delightful, the wonderful Ken Chu. Take it away with...old video
games!"
My little brother got a new fangled game boy advance today. I felt like such
an old git to learn that this tiny little piece of plastic with a miniscule
screen is twice as powerful as the super nintendo which I thought was
thoroughly hot stuff in earlier years.
But Ken, as I remember with a slight Japanese accent it sounds a lot more
like "hate-you, ken" when he does that fireball thing. This is not
meaningful, in fact he is just as likely to be name checking you after
sneezing, but I felt you were a little wide of the mark with "adore-ken" !
:-)
Oooh...Hannah, thankyou very much! Yes, the beads fit (if the beads fit,
wear them..thankyou, I shall) And the mar-belles, very cool. I especially
like the rough ones, the big clear one and the tiny little opaque white one
with little red and blue patches. I enjoyed the chocolate with my cup of tea
this morning. (Darjeeling.) Thankyou, but you're naughty, I did tell you not
to send anything. But thanks.
I was going to mention my New Year's shenanigans, but only one part may be
of interest...to some...OK, one bit is B&S related. After the main party we
went back to a friends for much wine, port, guinness and bizarre mixtures of
the same. (Known as black velvet, apparently, but why not just drink them on
their own?) When everyone was suitably relaxed, (gauged precisely by the
fact that the non-smokers were starting to smoke cigars) I played loads of
Belle and Sebastian. I'm hoping that whilst not being conscious of what
music they were listening to, it might find a place in their heads to grow
into a passion for our favourite eight piece, but I'm not counting my
chickens.
I don't know what to do now.
Well, theoretically I'm supposed to be working, but in reality I don't know
what to do. I might visit the elderly lady next door who gave me some barley
sugars at Christmas. (She still thinks I am about eight, which was how old I
was when we moved to this house.) In Sheffield we have this grate shop
(although I haven't been for ages...) that's called Grinelli's and is
supposed to be an ice cream shop but is a proper sweet shop with big jars
and sells barley sugars, yorkshire mixture, acid drops (the legal type),
reeces pieces, that crystalline dust that crackles and fizzes in your mouth,
(again, the legal kind), atomic fireballs, aniseed balls and many others.
Talking of acid drops, the subject line refers to the track "Alan's
Psychedelic Breakfast" on side two of Pink Floyd's "Atom Heart Mother."
Right, it's time to go and do whatever I decide on doing. When I'm on my
way, I'll decide. It'll be a hard choice what with all the stuff I'm
supposed to do, but it's likely to be tobogganing again, there's still snow
you see. Does anyone else go sledging in a bivvy bag? (Large, orange,
plastic survival bag). You should, it's way better.
No mad props today. NO, WAIT....there are! To Ian, if there is any poll of
best posts, I'd like to see who beats that. (Jools mode
again...):"Marvellous." (Jools voice off.)
Marbles and and miniature fudge bars,
Tom
XOXOXO
P.S. To those on #sinister who ask me (Cordkin) if I'm new, no, I am not
particularly new as I assume new means "first time on". I am not a veteran,
though.
P.P.S: Lucylu, I hope you have heard some Nick Drake and Kings of
Convienience :)
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hullo,
are there any Russian listees?
Or listees that happen to live in Russia?
Are going there and are studying Russian so it would be nice to hear from
someone there...
Cheers,
Elisabeth
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+-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+
+-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+
+-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+
+-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+
+-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+
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Hi All,
Just a quickie, don't worry.
A couple of people (Asm, Loud Stu?) have asked about the addition to the
footer that appeared on 27.12.01.
Honey has been playing hard to get about it so I asked clever Sillustrator
Katarina Karlsson*
( http://www.missprint.org/sinister/sillustrations/ ) as if you didn't know
:) what it meant & she wrote "snipp snapp snut are just nonsense words that
doesn't mean anything but sounds nice. so it kind of means "Snipp snapp
snut, and so the story was ended". It's usually used when reading a book for
a child: after reading the last page and picking the book up and closing it
with a little "snapp" So i guess it's a nice end for sinistermails... "
Thanks to those of you who Reported Back about bowling, Trousers parties,
New Year's Eve, etc. Its important, you know.
Great news about the VHS/DVD, which I look forward to avidly.
Love,
David Moore
Chelmsford, UK
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+-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+
+-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+
+-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+
+-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+
+-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+
+-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+
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