Three times I nearly fell off the makeshift stage I constructed while I was recording my set for 24-1900. THRICE!

Final stages of prep for 24:1900 festival.

Lady Grim captured me in the wild. These are the variations.

I don't HASTEN to agree with Pete Townshend, but... YES! Slap the shit out of that motherfucker!

Fake Andy Greene doesn't think much of me, does he?

I'm pretty sure this is what he really meant...

I fixed it...

Spook it up, motherfuckers!

This is literally the opposite of what ANYONE wants! What the fuck is wrong with these insane, objectionable tech motherfuckers?!

Very nearly saw this scene re-enacted live in a café today...

How I look at my boy, compared with how I look at Lady Grim.

I didn't realise they were polo shirts. I didn't realise they were "lady's fit". My screen-printing technique is dogshit, but... T-SHIRTS ON THE WAY!

Dead for twenty-six years, and still being blamed for faulty equipment...

This is my superhero, Jesusman. He has the ability to come back to life, but it takes him three days. So, he's carried around in a papoose by his sidekick, D'nile Peters.l, while he's dead.

I am Gruama (Irish for Grim). I make odd, glitchy, clattery music. And I have joined this in a vain and misguided attempt to remain relevant. There is no minimum amount of attention that will deter me!