"You know, you shouldn't sing".
Ever told a cat what he shouldn't do? Guess what: he'll do.
Snowcat is a living nightmare for any conscious journalist: they'll
have to actually
listen to the shit to figure out what genre sticker to glue on it. Some
inspired lad though, with a little help from a 1947 Château d'Yquem
wine, stood up for "Art-rock". Well pal, let there be art-rock then.
there's art. And the vicious no-man's-land of rock. And strategies.
Like, you know, that elegant Englishman who lost himself in Berlin the
Gilles Snowcat is not English -though rumour has it he wished he was-,
that may explain why he
didn't find the road to Berlin and landed a little further instead,
That exile on side streets, where the neon glow is the last guideline
for wandering drunkyards.
: the end.