Ghosting Around: An Interview With Tony O’Neill
Cop out via copping, as it were. Our hero — actually Tony has that larger-than-life aplomb of a pulp-fiction anti-hero — loses thread of the track of his own life. He fucks up and hits concrete, and carries on. Sometimes, as they say, the metaphysics of the street — the wild craziness of cutting loose and doing it — are beyond understanding.
Richard Cabut interviews Tony O’Neill.
All You Need Is Love
They open with ‘On Sussex Downs’, a jittery number about feeding your shirt to a cow, and fill the dancefloor in seconds. Frontman Edward Larrikin looks like a pale, overgrown child, mincing around the stage, flapping his hands like he’s flinking water from a paddling pool and banging a cowbell with a comedy hand attached to it.
Indie-folk-calypso oddballs make Peterborough happy as Annie.