Now that the rains seem to have settled in permanently and Philadelphia has once again morphed back into
Sheffield, it seems appropriate that we should all start getting back into body scarification, the Human League, and clove cigarettes. You don’t want to live, you only *just* don’t want to die, and perhaps the only thing that you do want, possibly, is to settle back into that rainy ennui of the new never-returning-phonecalls era. And since you can’t listen to The Clientele forever, maybe hop on the El (while it still runs) and see Adult, who are playing at the First Unitarian Church tonight. Adult were all the rage a few years back, back before the goths claimed electro and it went back to being music for people without the sense to know that this was a mood and not a lifestyle. Thus, electro has only gotten worse, and Adult just seems to have gotten better.
Adult: “Hand To Phone” [mp3]
Adult: “Don’t Talk” [mp3]
Not bad, right? Yazzy, even. Black eyelinery. Send an email to tips [at] philebrity [dot] com with ìUNLOVEABLEî as the subject header and win one of two pairs of tickets. Shh. It’ll be our secret.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, October 25th, 2005 at 11:51 am.