The Dark Angels are a come and go crew. They create then disappear like street art. Their works exist in fragments, particles that float, dust motes that spin before the wind that blows them to faraway places. They are individuals that work as one. Deep as oceans, as impenetrable as the night. Art urchins and poets, they dissolve before they form. They are the Dark Angels, they are discharge.They are a bloody mouthful.
Wednesday 1 June 2011
REVERSE METAL
Come on children, girls and boys, its me, your old Uncle Carbuncle, Come into my backroom and read my journal, sit on my knee and suck my sweets. You know you can trust me...
GO HERE TO READ THE MONTHLY DISCHARGE JOURNAL...Reverse Metal
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