FELT BEAK is an online critical practice journal brought to you by Kakutopia (www.kakutopia.com
). Music always comes from the felt.
Gustav Thomas writing a sleevenote for Brown Torpedo’s debut post to Felt Beak
What glues the parts together in the bawdy sheen? Whose idea was it to assemble the 17-year-old girl’s mock franchise and deck it with lay fabric, collaged
countenances blare down from their gratuitous foil?
Fawn’s legs? Excited by hyper balloon glitzy? Adrenalized by who put the gunk between the formica and aluminium in gawked proximity to the what-was-once-a-choice Charles?
Knight the adder in its yawn on the gritty blare? Do you love the glare of hard white lighting to guide you to the bathroom miscellany, then get the slipperiness to unleash Lee Greasery whose innocence plunges you aisle-wides and hop/skirt grabby mince, ½ usurped by excessive medieval poser hair?
Doing it for the hyphenation. And tonight Paul Stanley
gauges his success-on-a-plate by how many dogs he can detonate-enemate in the city’s favourite parks cards.
Music always comes from the felt, but what you want to listen to again and then again gets made only by those privy to the impossible superb. I ain’t braggin or nuttin.
Felt Beak thanks beautiful Brown Torpedo for Too
Oppressed To Protest and hopes word is bond they will return.