(Cleopatra Records) cd review by Anguish Young …If you’re anything like me, you probably much preferred the Bowery when it was the unholy habitat of junkie film makers, winos, hookers, and immigrants who flagrantly sold untaxed loosie cigarettes on every street corner in broad daylight to the millionaire’s only, Disneyfied, gentrification bruncher, yuppie version, with… Continue Reading →