Aspiring journalist and writer, who also wants to be a rock star. Loves writing poetry and collecting fashion magazines. ▲

The pope, a bear, a rabbi, a pirate, a diplomat, a midget, a woman in a coma, a pelican, and your mom were all relaxing on an Eames chair after a fortnight of group hate sex when there was a sound at the door. "Knock-knock" went the sound emanating from the door. Simultaneously , and without missing a beat, an answer broke like a desperate yowl from the throats of the orgiers "Who's there?". Like a shot from the butt gun of a pre-radicalized 1920's anarchist, came a response from beyond the door "Banana". Faster than a duck could rape a lizard in the mouth, our motley crew of freakazoids, safely ensconced in the luxury of their designer seatlery, shook their heads and bleated as a unit, "Orange you glad we've already heard this joke and so shan't be participating (unless of course you are offering substantial financial remuneration)". There was no reply from the other side of the door, save this: One absolute rascal of a fart.

In response to the Finders Keepers/Twisted Nerve/Bird/Battered Ormnaments stock loss in the PIAS warehouse fires caused by rioting on August 8th a few of our close label mates have come together to compile some of their favourite moments from the Finders Keepers family discography. A series of limited edition CD and MP3 compilations curated by the likes of Jarvis Cocker, Demdike Stare, David Holmes and Gruff Rhys including some exclusive and unreleased tracks, are now ready to order directly from the website and like minded retailers in a bid to ease us back onto our feet releasing phantastic obscure and obsolete music as soon as possible.

ScotchandMurder.com ::: An exodus from the nonsensical radio waves. A world apart from the mainstream. Only the finest of music belongs here.

17 year old girl from Venezuela, currently living in Monterrey. Radiohead and The Beatles are pretty much my life.

A farmer, a hunter, a soldier, a reporter, even a philosopher, may be daunted; but nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love.

"the horse jumped over the fucking fence."

"i wish i wasn't a girl who needed so much but a little free creature who slept in deserts and ran on clouds and lived in lillies."