Violent deaths, a nameless protagonist, creepy villains who favour matching outfits, millionaire Japanese benefactors, femme fatales, sex, drugs, rare jazz albums,
and a pair of cats.
Whether it’s calligraphy, the serving and drinking of tea, or the uniquely Japanese experience of listening to jazz LPs playing through rare vintage sound systems at specialized cafés, these ceremonies are revered.
It was the mid-‘80s, the original Japanese punk scene was starting to peter out and become workaday, D-beat predictable. Then brothers Fifi and Fink arrived and things began to change.