Carl McCoy sits in a west London pub, dressed in black, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. The Fields of the Nephilim frontman is gruffly polite, but with the best will in the world, not the ...
Fields Of The Nephilim rise again, stepping into the light next month for five very special shows, including a Halloween headline performance at the sold-out Tomorrow’s Ghost festival in Whitby and ...
If nature abhors a vacuum then rock & roll fucking loathes it. With The Sisters Of Mercy seemingly gone for a Burton, save the rush-released Gift under the name of The Sisterhood as massive “fuck you” ...
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