
i could continue this weeks pseudo philosophic literary music theme by making reference to michael moorcock who had a ship in a book called how the clouds have meaning, who hung with the original crazy druid noise bastards hawkwind. a band who's shadow in turn hangs over the radiation line. i could mention aleister crowley and his pagan ways. his constant search for growth and change, experience and new energies. to stop swimming is to die. says the shark. no two songs the same. no two records the same. that's the way of the radiation line. radioactivity, which [...]