She had polled fans on Twitter to ask which song she should play from the back catalogue of her former band, the anarchic electro-punk duo Crystal Castles, which she quit in October 2014. She apologises for the boxes that entomb the sofa, merch from her recent debut solo tour. Her voice only rises above its perpetual whisper when she calls to her cats, Mr Peanut and Fuzzy, the alpha who dominates her pit bulls, Jacob and Shadow. Glass is less macabre: there is a tattoo of Bambi on her thigh. A spider crawls out of the toilet roll when I use her bathroom. There is a fake Goya on the way down to her basement studio, where skulls surround the drums. Her kitchen resembles a graveyard of dead flowers she is annoyed that her living black lilies never droop when she is looking. A lice Glass’s Los Angeles home is a picture of gothic splendour.
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