With the steady march of years, you expect your pop stars to grow mellow...
With the steady march of years, you expect your pop stars to grow mellow. To step back
from their wild youth and pen graceful piano ballads. Not so Julian Cope, who grows more outlandish and rocktastic by
The latest fruit of Cope’s fuchsia leopardskin (as opposed to golden) years is a raucous psych-rock thrash that Nebula might appreciate. Here’s Cope’s explanation: “Brain Donors are forward-thinking motherf***ers.” Not sure about the “forward-thinking” bit, but this old-age lobotomy would have tickled Joey Ramone, Satan rest his skinny soul.