"There’s no hanging around, not a wasted bass or guitar riff; it’s all rattled off with astonishing power and malice."

“Get ready for the summer of love. And booze. And blow jobs.”

“How come these guys don't just put on sharp black suits like Akercocke and let their balls hang out in the wind for all to smell?”

“Bat out of HELL? But isn’t that a bit rude, mummy?“