When you interview implausibly tall Monmouthshire musician Nicholas Allen Jones, the second the round red icon on iPhone notes is tapped or the record button on the Zoom H6 is clicked, a large pair of sunglasses appear on his face. Regular as clockwork. I’m not even sure where they materialise from. It’s at this moment he... read full story
"Nicky Wire is no more, he's lying face down on the floor. His knees are fucked, his back is sore, his face parades a thousand years, his mind is numb, it's full of fear. The makeup is a-runnin', the tears they are a-comin'."