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When body surfing, stage diving and head banging came to Hong Kong.
one fellow's political coverage, music ramblings and general hijinks across decades under a range of guises at several locations often in a state of awe.
When body surfing, stage diving and head banging came to Hong Kong.
Interview with Lisa Gerrard I was dressed in pyjamas when I first confronted Dead Can Dance – the imagescape of 1993’s Baraka was flowing over me with The Host of Seraphim, from Dead Can Dance’s 1988 tome, The Serpent’s Egg, invading my soul. The theatre was full, but I think I had been standing throughout … Continue reading “Dead Can Dance, Capturing the Spiritchaser”