Frontman Quotes

Frontman looked hit man in the eye as he filled two clear water glasses with the foul hairy mucous. Frontman toasted hit man, held his glass high, and—with the sound system’s re-verb functioning—said, “Rat brew, bro! Bottoms up, m-----f-----r!

I yanked hard on the reins, and my horse's hooves slid on the linoleum as he skidded to a stop, nervously snorting and tossing his head at the cramped quarters he'd suddenly found himself in. The Frontman stood in the hallway between me and Ben, holding him at gunpoint, but his head was turned to stare back at me, eyes wide with surprise at seeing a teenage girl on a horse in the kitchen.

The whole point of the White Stripes,” according to founder and frontman Jack White, “is the liberation of limiting yourself.

Watching amateurs at work can also inspire us to attempt the work ourselves. “I saw the Sex Pistols,” said New Order frontman Bernard Sumner. “They were terrible. . . . I wanted to get up and be terrible with them.” Raw enthusiasm is contagious.

In the post-Nevermind universe, everything had to be filtered through the notion that this specific representation of modernity was the template for what everyone now wanted from everything, and that any attempt to understand young people had to begin with an understanding of why Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain looked and acted the way that he did.

When Kevn Kinney, DNC’s frontman, heard “Jealous Again” at sound check, he stopped dead in his tracks. “Where did THAT come from?” he asked, excitedly. “We just wrote it,” Chris said, proudly. “Wow. That’s a whole ’nother thing.

Dusk, their frontman, and his boyfriend Lolly led the way, jumping through the snow like two sickly gazelles desperate to show their herd that they were fit.

Touring with The UK Subs… the rucking… Charlie (Harper, Subs frontman) used to shit in a plastic bag and whack it round your head when you were sleeping!

He is more circus master than either composer or pop star. He is the frontman of one of Britain’s best-loved bands of all time, co-creator of the world’s most successful virtual band and the creative force behind records, operas and loose-fit projects that evoke not just England but Africa, north and sub-Saharan, China, the Middle East and, perhaps most surprisingly of all, America. Like all pop and rock stars who manage to maintain a level of success over numerous generations, Albarn seems to need change to survive.

I loved that job. I’d drive recklessly, breaking all the laws, speeding and going on the wrong side of the street and cutting around traffic to make my deliveries so I could take my time getting back to the store.

Stranded, stranded, stranded on the toilet bowl/What do you do when you’re stranded and there ain’t nothing on the roll?/To prove you’re a man, you must wipe with your hand/Stranded, stranded, stranded on the toilet bowl.

Trying to get some sleep so I’d be rested for school the next day while people were having sex on the couch and shooting cocaine and cranking the stereo was definitely not a mundane reality.

The USA is at war with Russia. It is called a ‘Proxy War’ and Ukraine is the front man.

As early as 1953 Prime Minister Anthony Eden reportedly considered a British-sponsored coup d’état, with Nasser’s colleague Naguib identified as a possible frontman.

If Shakespeare was another Barrington—just an allonymous brand, just a gormless frontman—then there had to be a Machiavelli in the background—a cunning architect of an elaborate bibliographical hoax. How could such a thing be done? And what kind of person could pull it off?

Duke is the band’s commercial breakthrough, particularly in Germany. It starts Genesis mania there, which leads into Phil Collins mania. It will sell hugely in Britain, too, but gets a terrible review in Melody Maker, and on a couple of occasions I’m anointed “Wally of the Week” in the music press. Why? There’s the old saw that the “inkies” (as Melody Maker, NME and Sounds are collectively known) are automatically suspicious of anything that becomes hugely popular—the perception is that something has been dumbed down so as to appeal to the masses. Equally, “prog” is fast becoming genre non grata at the indie-, post-punk- and New Wave–loving music papers. As frontman with Genesis, I am a target for such ire. Equally, I will hold my hands up and admit that, with all the success, it’s quite possible that I have been giving off an unintentional smugness.

We weren’t so much the Lords of Darkness as the Lords of Chickenshit when it came to that kind of thing.

I saw you on the telly, and your foul language sets a bad example.

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