Join me to hear this and many other great tunes at Houndstooth this Friday night. Starts at 10, ends after 2. No cover!

A sample of the lyrics finds our poet is not a big fan of the city:

"Outside the cancerous city spreads
Like an illness
Its symptoms
In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations
Tailed by the silent spotlights
Of society-created paranoia."

The Lost City of Z (anything by David Grann or Erik Larson makes me happy)

I can still remember the very distinctive smell of this record sleeve, and the "human soul trapped in a robot body" themes really spoke to me as a shy kid going through puberty. I hope you'll come out to hear them with me in the friendly space at Houndstooth. And hey, they've got drinks, too!

And here's one by Sharp Pins (though the sound mix isn't as good): www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMWo...

I'm intrigued since I consider 1986 probably the worst year for music in my lifetime (born in 1965). Apart from a few stone cold classics, of course.

That's true!

We're right next door to these idiots and they can't even learn the most basic things about our system of government.

Ah but they're very good indeed! Now, Pissed Jeans...