Piano Magic Diaries : The Troubled Sleep

“Did we want to be on a label called Green Ufos? We were called Piano Magic for fuck’s sake, so we couldn’t exactly throw stones in that glasshouse.”

I Was A Teenage Shambler

“My look mutated around that Mary Chain axis. I no longer had haircuts. I encouraged holes in my clothes. In the absence of anything resembling a muscle, textiles simply hung off me.”