ARTIST: The Mint Chicks
Since we last communicated, the situation has turned from stagnation to decay.
Those enemies of free thought, creativity, and -- let's be honest about this -- the very future of the entire fucking truth are as firmly entrenched in the mire of their own conformist, flag-waving, middle-of-a-dirt-road muck as their sleepy, spoon-fed, lack of direction will allow. It's easy to dodge those safe, comforting labels they attempt to stick us with, but more difficult to break out when it's geographical position they choose to bundle it all in. What is this? The Olympian Death March? The muting of all colours into the greyscale of non-imagination?...
