You are a tectonic creep - raise your hands if you beep beep beep
Of all the bands in the Lull stable (hey, I mean, we DO eat out of feed-bags and poop on the ground) I think that none have captured the spirit of sheer, flippant, radiant, corrosive and annoying joy quite so much as the Perpetual Elvis Machine, a group composed of moi and moi’s dear compatriot, […]