Glamour Of The Kill
23 January 2011
by Andy Parker
We’re only into the second month of the year and I already have a list of things that’ve really gotten on my tits in 2011:
- That agonising wait between December’s and January’s pay cheque.
- Big Fat Gypsy Weddings, because all my friends think it is amazing and I don’t get it and that makes me feel uncomfortable and oddly middle-class.
- Vocalists who cannot shut the fuck up and have to harmonise when they have nothing better to do.
Which is where Glamour Of The Kill come in. A band who, for the last few years, have been tightening their trousers, dying the shit out of their Toni & Guy coiffed hair-dos, and being pushed around the press to seemingly little or no avail.