Saturday, 14 May, 2011
Great Escape 2011 Day one
When I stood under the shower this morning, naked save for my golden delegate wristband, mildly hungover and wrung-out from a full day of conferences and gigs, I wondered how I could have so easily developed a completely irrational adoration for a band whom I had only heard a few hours previously, the formidable Warpaint. To say that I love them somehow understates it. I want to learn how to sculpt, so I that can build statues to them. This stupendous band overwhelmed my unsuspecting consciousness with a sudden potency, like a spiked drink.
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