Back in the day, you had to search for the party - rattling round the London Orbital, pills poised and expectations high - ending up in an anonymous warehouse in some forgotten industrial estate. Surrounded by like-minds, your life spreading out before you with the thrills and spills.
Tonight you will have to travel that little bit further - to the warehouse nestled between the forgotten industrial estates. This is no party, this is a recording of the Acid House Hangover - a 24 year comedown. He says he is aiming for the ridiculous, the absurd, but I can only see darkness at the heart.
Garnett Lyons - We Gone.11 months ago • 4 notes