Here's something I wrote last time Damo was in town, or maybe it was the time before that. I can't remember because my memory is also lazy.
This weekend wasn’t my first time standing in front of Damo
Suzuki. I once started a review of Damo Suzuki with The Holy Soul like this: “Damo
Suzuki is committed to the emitting of sound. He spares nothing, throwing his
whole self into the grand wordlessness of Damo Suzuki's Network experience. He
dances like a one-sided Axl Rose, hands gripping the microphone, long hair
hanging in dusty curtains. Suzuki is enigmatic yet humble, as though the music
moves involuntarily through his body.”