So the next scheduled Apocalypse isn’t until October. Good; I have
stuff to do before October, but little to do after it, and at the
current rate of Armageddon I won’t need to pay off my stud...
Back in the speed-addled, black-eyelinered days of my early
adolescence, the NME had bite, balls, and brio. And it still had
nothing on Melody Maker. Every Wednesday lunchtime saw me, lower lip
b...
