Me, various instruments, old Shergold very pretty sound, ancient PA, floor synth, drum machine till can get hold of drummer, morph assisted programming. Recently bought a chime block, got a wooden xylophone as a gift and a wierd finger board noise thing.
Influences
Patti Smith, Odetta, Rimbaud, William Burroughs, Gertrude Stein, Milan Kundera, Frida Kahlo, Dali (in spirit at least), Teenage Jesus & The Jerks, Tolkein, CS.Lewis, Tori Amos, Bukowski, Atwood, David Lynch, Alice Walker, Kafka, Harold Pinter, Sarah Kane, Bill Hicks, Billie Holiday, Nina Simone, The Velvets, Nick Cave, Daniel Johnston, Zombies, The Cramps, XRay Specs, Polly Morgan, Suicide, Ani Di Franco, Afri Rampo, L7, Johnny Cash, PJ Harvey, Roberta Flack, The Shirelles, Janes Addiction, Neil Young, Nick Drake, Hendrix, Divine, John Waters, Flaming Lips, Sonic Youth, The Birthday Party, Mr Rays Wig World, Sluttina, Pinkola-Estes, vintage burlesque, my cat, black sun in a blue sky, my tree on the rye, shoes, a guy on NY tube who sounded pure, anyone who came before and did something truthful and plenty others besides xx
Sounds Like
The witch was saying it wasn't good for the washing machine. Voodoo Dollyanna hitched up her skirt anyway. You couldn't see it all cos the reflection of the moon was distracting, a yellow crescent smile leering in the sky. The witch opened the fridge, ketamine had soured the milk again so she turned, saluted the tiles and made her usual speech about nobbing lee vush of murk.
The cat jumped off the bunker just before a glass of cherry wine smashed off the stone floor. The witches stocking caught on the tea towel nail as she turned an' swore at her reflection in the window. She ripped her stocking away from the nail an' hanging there was the gun, swinging slow from left to right.
Also work can be found on DOGMATIKA, CATALYST, BEAT, PARIS BITTER HEARTS PIT, BRAND 5 and BOILERHOUSE among others. I also occasionally post random scuzzbergery, on this page.
I have had plays read at Ed Festival and Topos Allous, Athens, I currently live in London and I have just completed my novel The Panopticon.
ITS MARY! THANKS SO MUCH FOR SUPPORTING OUR MOVEMENT!
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The wind finally went out of the paper dragon, and we fell like a ton of papier machié bricks back down to the uncharted depths below the social ladder from which we once came. No internet exists there - we barely get sliced bread. Despite this, you have always been the focal point of our collective thoughts, the gatherer of our dystopian dreams, the distant genious to whom we can credit the spirit of Horn-Rudolph since his demise, the Stalin to our Lenin. Our sectoid band may well be in the process of divinifying you - how would we know? All we know is that the drugs still work and the wind is colder if you stick your neck out the mouth of the alley.
In short, sorry for not keeping in touch - line 'em up and we'll ride 'em on down as soon as we get back on the ground.
Join us this November @ THE HOBBY HORSE, for the launch of our new weekly FREE Fridays. LAUNCHING 6TH!!
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Joining us this month are: Artefacts for Space Travel, Islington boys' club, Electricity in Our Homes, The Duloks, Man Flu and Ice, Sea, Dead People to name but a few...
2's UP, it's ma fuckin birthday... TONIGHT! Free Limited Edition Print (1/50) and an 80min mix cd (1/150) to the earliest arrivals...
NOTE THAT WE ARE STARTING AT 9 THIS MONTH, TO MAKE ROOM FOR THE TREMOLO BEER GUT (all the way from Denmark) AND BIG NED (all the way from the black lodge).
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