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Summer
album by
I Heart Sharks
As the long wait for summer continues in these, weatherwise godforsaken isles, it's left to music to convey the much needed feeling of sun on ones back. This trio aren't brand new as such, but in my opinion require more notice/recognition. This debut album was released a year and a half back and recently made it's way back into my car. A track or so in and I'm lead to a rediscovering and deeper appreciation of the sound these lads punch out. Indie meets electronica in thumping style. A collaboration between young Germans and a Brit, which doesn't happen very often. They hail from Berlin, where I was lucky enough to witness their incredible live show. Great stuff. 
Highly recommended if you enjoy bands such as 'We Have Band'..'Bloc Party'.. 'Metronomy'.. 'Presets'.. etc.

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entirely useless facts you didn't need to know about me and never asked

I’m a vinyl junkie. When everyone else was discarding their rekkids to embrace technology I was pawing through the endless boxes at garage sales, boot fairs and 2^nd hand shops back-cataloguing and discovering rare and hidden gems. I still can’t resist a dusty box.

I use pears transparent soap. It’s the scent that I’m addicted to ever since childhood.

I like to eat hot curries.. traditionally so, and preferably in far flung eastern destinations. I’ve scolded my taste buds on numerous occasions, but got high in the process.

I wear exclusively one brand of jox.. intimissimi. Super comfy.. and I like the way they present my package. Plus they come in lots of quirky designs.

My shower curtain is adorned with a rubber duck pattern.

I prefer the aisle seat by the exit. Extra leg room with a good view of the hostesses bums.

Tunnels unnerve me.

I’m almost entirely ambidextrous. The product of a lefty growing up in a right-handed world.

Size 34 strides, long in the leg.

I masturbate regularly, but refrain from unloading more often than not. It turns me on.

Vibra-ribbed condoms are my rubber of choice.

I eat red velvet cake once a week from a tiny independent cake shop where they make them on the premises and close up when they run out. Die for it.

My staple is rice. You can keep your bread and potatoes.

I once got the shaft of my cock pierced in the backroom of a bar in Guatemala. It was sterile, I’m not that stupid, just stupid enough to have it done full-stop. But the girl who did it was damn hot and I loved the way she nonchalantly handled my meat.. and yes, I was riotously drunk.

Taxidermy evokes in me, childlike fascination.