“I’m done playing music to a bunch of white guys standing around in a room.” Being lily-white-male himself, this was quite a proclamation from Nimmo. But it was less a rejection of the audience but a scathing damnation of ourselves and the music we were making at the time. And it was true: by the [continue]→
Can you imagine the Beatles without Ringo Starr? I didn’t think so… Even though every rock band has its many-sided histories inflated to biblical proportions, one thing holds true: the drummer is the anti-hero that shapes and defines the band. It was no different for the post-punk-goth group Wept that defined my youth with which [continue]→
