The exquisite corpse is once again on the move, and I stand on high ground in a white robe, sunglasses and silly hat - exactly like a Pet Shop Boy circa the Disco 2 album (see diagramme opposite) - and point the way.
Don't read the first entry yet if you want to join in. Go straight there instead.
But I am not finished, for again I am pointing. Perhaps I am Chris Lowe, the silent* Pet Shop Boy, for I am pointing only.
I point here, to the KITCHEN GUN.
And here, to TEN FREE-ISH ALBUMS BY ANDREW BRODER OF FOG
(if that's too many to sort through use THIS as navigation)
* a misnomer, given "Paninaro" and "We All Feel Better In The Dark".
"Armani, Armani, Uh-uh-Armani"
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