Rock’n’roll is lacking motherfuckers. Jim Morrison was a motherfucker. Tim Buckley was a motherfucker. We lost two this year in Prince and Bowie! Treasure Julian Cope and Lydia Lunch as our last surviving rock’n’roll motherfuckers. There are still motherfuckers but the shamans of wit, androgyny and emotional violence have fled the sinking ship of rock’n’roll to pastures new and electronic. Now “too many neat haircut check shirt say nothing “It’s all about the music” but the music is about nothing” bastards. Page to stage beige is all the rage. As fitting an intro to this album as any.