I am a Wildhearts fan, I like the colour red. I live in Leeds, cause it's nicer than London and the beer is cheaper. I work in graphics, which pays for the beer and the dressing up and the going out.
On the one hand; Tony Wright of Terrorvision: "maybe being a Yorkshire band you're not that fussed about being famous or a celebrity or summat. We wanted to make good tunes and have a dance and see if anyone else thought the same way, and they did and it were good."
And on the other hand, being all serious like, "The politics of rock 'n' roll, in England or America or anywhere else, is that a whole lot of kids want to be fried out of their skins by the most scalding propulsion they can find, for a night they can pretend is the rest of their lives, and whether the next day they go back to work in shops or boredom on the dole or American TV doldrums in Mom 'n' Daddy's living room nothing can cancel the reality of that night in the revivifying flames when for once if only then in your life you were blasted out of yourself and the monotony which defines most life anywhere at any time, when you supped on lightning and nothing else in the realms of the living or dead mattered at all."
Lester Bangs, writing about The Clash, December 1977
These two halves make the whole - gimme danger but let's not get too up ourselves about it. Je suis Northern Vixen.
