The first book from COLD LIPS.
“the girls find out what the boys do when the girls aren’t around, and the guys will recognise what other guys do when they’re not around” Chris Sullivan
"As Cold Lip’s first publication it makes punk’s primal pose holdable. Suddenly all the rage and all of that prepossession, is delivered again to the devil, which is, as part of us all, malleable. We shape what we need from what we fear and desire as a way to contain our depression As well as our awe at the dark. As does this bitter book, that bites the hand moving for it. Trace its mark. ‘Happiness isn’t a state.. It's an activity.’ Cabut tells us. And so it proves: Sex as art." – David Erdos review in International Times (http://internationaltimes.it/sex-as-art/)
"I thoroughly endorse this perceptively tawdry little slab of neurotic erotica. I’m loving Dark Entries. Great brutal wicked funny post everything novella." – Johny Brown – singer with the Band of Holy Joy, creator of Bad Punk radio show (Resonance FM)
"A brilliant cross between Henry Miller, Hans Fallada and Bukowski," Paul Thompson Kirk, Akatombo
"A chilling chronicle of city sickness, Cabut’s drink and semen-soaked account of a soi-disant blogger documents the mores and uncertainty of the contemporary capital better than the tribe of self-appointed scribes it depicts ever manage to." Andrew Stevens, editor, 3AM Magazine.