I am going to be honest here. The reason I picked up Gary Nix’s The Left-Handed Booksellers of London was…
Napalm Death was on my shortlist of music to find—like an archeologist digging their way toward an ancient tomb. In September of 1989, I finally struck treasure when I pulled a vinyl copy of Mentally Murdered from the racks, holding it up, exposing it to sunlight for the first time…