John Cooper Clarke
Psychle sluts: part one
this disc concerns those pouting prima donnas found within the rapacious ranks of the sexational psycle sluts - those nubile nihilists of the north circular the lean leonine leatherette lovelies of the leeds intersection luftwaffe angels locked in a pagan paradise - no cash a passion for trash - the tough madonna whose cro-magnon face and crab nebular curves haunt the highways of the UK whose harsh credo captures the collective libido like crazy their lips pushed in thе neon-arc of a bumper car - delightfully disciplinеd dumb dumb blonde deluxe deliciously deliciously deranged twin-wheeled existentialists steeped in the sterile excrement of a doomed democracy whose post nietzschean sensibilities reject the bovine gregariousness of a senile oligarchy - condemned to drift like forgotten sputniks in a fool’s orbit bound for the final roadblock fuelled on the corroding liquids of lurid hopelessness they live for now and again let the paper tigers flutter in their wake let the last bastions of the bourgeois quake let the yellow running dog lackies of imperialism stutter and shake the prayers of the squares squeal for the merciful oblivion of death and the stormtrooperettes of les punques nouveaux fifth column close in - on a diet of dead babies and do-nuts blonde barbarians do not bend their bloody road - it's woman minus woman revenge by dark degrees - spraycan manifestoes of one word abound in the pleasure dromes and ersatz bodega bars of the free world the mechanics of love grind like organs of iron to a standstill