Misfits – Hit The North

It Was Never “Just A Phase”

My previous pseudonym before Lorelei was Spoilt Victorian Child. This was when I wrote for my previous blog, The Tempo House. It’s still online, and yes, as with this one, it’s named after classic Fall songs. My wonderful cousin Audrey has a theory that personal style and taste is set in your formative years ofContinue reading “It Was Never “Just A Phase””

A Misfit Amid The Misfits

I’m the textbook misfit. The squashed puzzle piece that somehow ended up in the wrong jigsaw box. I don’t belong in many places. It’s always been like this. At school, I was a goth whose goofy side meant I wasn’t clique-sized. My impersonation of Pee Wee Herman marked me out as an idiot,and the haircutsContinue reading “A Misfit Amid The Misfits”

Always Tip The Waitresses

Before Wet Leg, Dry Cleaning and sundry damp post-punk/ new wave- inspired bands so beloved by Lammo etc, there was a band formed by a bunch of Ohio misfits, The Waitresses. Effortlessly cool, the band fused skronky saxophone, a la No Wave band James Chance and The Contortions, with pop sensibilities. When Chris Butler, whoContinue reading “Always Tip The Waitresses”