Blog: Polaroids Of Androids

When I am walking down King St in Newtown and I see Dead China Doll's lead singer Edwin Sheather (it happens every other day) I can't make eye contact. This is not because I am scared of him or owe him an insanely large amount of money, but more due to a bad case of 'the man crush'. In case my gushing review of their self-titled album didn't give it away - I think the music his band makes is fucking amazing. Within the six paragraphs of 'gush' I fail to mention [...]