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.

Monday, 2 July 2012

HUNG LIKE A STALLION FORESCORE AND primal LIKE  a scream FROM A razor GUITAR...

"yOU CANNOT KEEP A WARM BOY DOWN!" said Mrs Lovebox.

"He don't take no prisoners; he bleed like a blues song" said Craig MildFeck

"Arcane Energy - He is a Pistol"
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