Politburo - Sally & Prinss Revisited

I still shudder at the memory of seeing the singer Nick licking the Perspex barrier of my deejay booth clean, obviously and hilariously under the influence of some wonder drug or other, in crazed reaction to (and I may be guessing but I’m sure I’m not), a Fela Kuti record.

Politburo - The Oldest Empire EP

Politburo's sound is encrusted with the dirt of ages, a filthy fur coat adorned with heraldic raiment; a jewel-encrusted hand that nevertheless displays chapped and burnt fingernails…

Incendiary speak to Nick from Politburo

"I would consider the band circuit as being akin to concentric circles. To progress to the central circle, one would have to serve as a catamite to those bands who inhabit the loftier central ring. Petitioners into the mysteries of the music would suffer degradation upon degradation. In essence they would be tested and essentially striped of ego. This would result in the wheat being separated from the chaff. And, to boot, a heapful of sad souls who must opt for some employment more gainful to society."

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