It's 1996 and I'm sitting transfixed as rain lashes down on the windshield. This isn't drizzle, this is serious, here for the day, unrelenting, I want to fuck up your bike type rain. There's silence in Lizard's...
Foreword - So, we're finally back in business after an extended period off, mainly due to the fact that much like Western democracy, we were recently hacked by the Russians and cream pied with Malware. My thank...