“Kiss me” read red lips, flashing across the cover. Like a dare that won’t stop there, they repeat: Three times. Three strikes. Three bullets
How could you be so real, TV Girl, yet so close to Venice Beach and Malibu and Palm Springs?
UMO is kinda like a lo-fi prince. And I’m talking the gigolo of funk, the true king of the Eighties prince: capital-P Prince.
Just how visceral is rock ‘n’ roll meant to be?
When the music talks, the body responds.