Homesick for Another World

Homesick for Another World

AN HONEST WOMAN By eight o’clock, the rains had arrived in lazy, side-sweeping sheets, battering Jeb’s windows. The sky was black now, but lightning turned it amethyst and smoky each time it cracked overhead. Jeb had showered, put on a clean shirt, combed his hair...
But Beautiful

But Beautiful

At some time all cities have this feel: in London it’s at five or six on a winter evening. Paris has it too, late, when the cafes are closing up. In New York it can happen anytime: early in the morning as the light climbs over the canyon streets and the avenues...
I Thought My Father Was God

I Thought My Father Was God

An Average Sadness It is with small shame that I move to turn on the radio today. Radio is the friend I usually neglect; the friend I only think to call upon when life has turned sad and desperate. I always return to it flushed with guilt — but it is always...
The Pale King

The Pale King

‘My shit story. Hide-and-seek, gang of neighbourhood kids, twilight. I’m running for home base and trip over decorative logs somebody bordered his driveway with and went flying and put my hands out to like shield the impact and what do you suppose...
Bark Psychosis

Bark Psychosis

East London band Bark Psychosis epitomise why leaving music to the Simon Cowells of this world would ensure the hegemonic blandness of the pop charts spreads everywhere. Sorry, bit of a mouthful. But in short, Bark Psychosis are one of those fantastic bands...