why won't they play something we can dance to? blaxplotation in the city cafe with London prices and aesthetic discussion (an italian philosopher and an irish poet) art school disco hug tapas bar mobile phone world north american middle class pierced tongue a well travelled little girl   drunks and clautrophobia, bad house music, fear, endlessnamelesssoulless drug centred in a bar in a cave by the cigarette machine.   we meet the boy wonder, talking about juggling, one of those peole you always see around. there's a girl crying in iceland's doorway, man trouble?   "gripping phsyical reality" all nite garages retina burn