Selfish Cunt opens for Motorhead – Show me your fucking money
Imagine your lover teases you into a position you never dreamed possible – you discover a passion you never knew you had – you flail and plead – and scream for a god – and surrender and surrender – you are undone. Selfish Cunt in all its innocence knows how to take you there – this is not an idea – this is not an image – this is your undoing.
What do you do when you put THAT before an unadventurous lover – someone who secures power in their routine? What do THEY do when their power is shown to be a pastiche?
So many questions, so many questions, when all that there really is, is desire.
The Royal Festival Hall wakes up to desire…
Selfish Cunt take the stage dwarfed by Motorhead’s Marshall stacks – that probably go up to 11 – and render them irrelevant. A black hole opens – and screams – YOU’VE GOT IT ALL WRONG! Right from the start there’s a misunderstanding about what you’re expecting and what you’re going to get.
