Einstürzende Neubauten
So! I dragged myself out of bed on Sunday morning a mere three hours after I'd collapsed, sweat-sodden and vaguely dissatisfied, into it (observation: Bedlam eats the arse out of a mole). Why? So I could go hang out at the top of a cark park and take pictures.
I'd say it was worth it.
Glasgow's full of these ugly concrete monoliths, hangovers from the sixties and seventies when stacking poor people as high as they'd go seemed like a brilliant, space-saving, cost-effective idea. Now, all across the city, they're being abandoned, condemned, dismantled and demolished.
The problems they were built to address haven't gone away. What're we going to put up in their place? Do we have any better solutions? Don't look at me; I'm only in it for the cool explosions.
I'd say it was worth it.
Glasgow's full of these ugly concrete monoliths, hangovers from the sixties and seventies when stacking poor people as high as they'd go seemed like a brilliant, space-saving, cost-effective idea. Now, all across the city, they're being abandoned, condemned, dismantled and demolished.
The problems they were built to address haven't gone away. What're we going to put up in their place? Do we have any better solutions? Don't look at me; I'm only in it for the cool explosions.