Quote of the day

"Ever heard howling at the moon like the mongrel dogs of Comets of Fire? Yeah, it’s everyday for me too, rock fanatics, gorging myself on their errant aberrant muse. A solar wind blowed through the aching heart of their last studio colossus, but the newie grabs handfuls of the moon and snorts at the gusset of the menstruating Muse. This ain’t no garage band, grandma!"

Thus commenceth Julian Cope's review of what was (perversely) the first album I chose to play in celebration of the above triumph, Comets On Fire's Blue Cathedral. You know what, I think he likes it...