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Jonny Cola & The A-Grades
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http://www.jonnycolaandtheagrades.net/ London, this fallen city. Reclaimed by the old boys, scrubbed and neutered, wired up and hyper-connected, ruinously expensive. But still London. A pigeon’s eye view along a main road in an as-yet ungentrified neighbourhood of Zone 2. Outer commuters thunder through on buses, bendy and otherwise, with barely a glance at the nail parlours and chicken joints, the deceased pubs. On the top floor, behind rotting window frames, hidden away from the world, sits Jonny Cola. Twin screens light the room - laptop spewing out triviality and TV showing endl… read more
http://www.jonnycolaandtheagrades.net/ London, this fallen city. Reclaimed by the old boys, scrubbed and neutered, wired up and hyper-connected, ruinously expensive. But still London. A pig… read more
http://www.jonnycolaandtheagrades.net/ London, this fallen city. Reclaimed by the old boys, scrubbed and neutered, wired up and hyper-connected, ruinously expensive. But still London. A pigeon’s eye view along a main road in an as-yet … read more
