Oh the new year! Rebirth!! A nu start!!! Here beneath the Moist Graffiti overpass we’ve had a torrid holiday season, what with the Polar Vortex going south, momentous interpersonal relationship developments and infantile ambulatory revelations. Still, we are committed to bringing you, dear reader, an even moist-er year than the previous dampness. As such we…
Danny loves Molly, and girls sitting on his cock. I am neither. Oh. Moist Graffiti Rating: 59.121 . Over produced LA kids holding guitars – Indie pop? My arse. Moist Graffiti Rating: 51.453 . Brooklyn chillwave-ers. Nothing to frighten the kids… Unlike Drunkle Chad. Moist Graffiti Rating: 65.934 . The Eighties never died for baggy…
As the river flows surely to the sea, some things are meant to be. The wolf will eat the lamb (screw you Isaiah 11:6!!), 2+2 will continue to equal 4, Daniel Sturridge will refuse to pass the ball and concert season will restart in the fall. Praise be to jeebus! Nothing gets the Moist Graffiti…
