Maybe it's my particular vintage but the yyys have always seemed just a wee bit too much like Siouxsie and Placebo's sheltered lovechild minus enough guitars to make me f... ff... forget. So I just nod along to their shit rather than getting overexcited. Karen gets points for maintaining her dignity when everyone else is flashing their cooter but that's a horribly judgemental and unfree thing to say these days, isn't it? Lol. Feminine agency, thirsty pussypopping... what's the difference? I'm confused/get off my lawn.
Can't really say what's coming down this week. I keep wanking on about Tiny Little Dinosaurs and it is in some sort of ebook form as we speak, but I can't get the fucking impetus up to post the little bugger. Enjoy a chicken instead.