It’s 3.03am and the party has only just begun.

That is, the pre-teen festival that has taken over Homer’s abode. I, on the other hand, sweet listeners, will be chilling the f*ck out and letting those raging hormones and unleashed teen angst reek some havoc on Homer’s pad- serves him right for trying to chase me off of his property!

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. Welcome to The Witching Hour.

Now, I know what you are thinking. Liz Phair? Really? Who are these contemporary ancient teens and why is their style icon a 90s relic who has only once been enshrined as the poster dirty girl? My answer : I do not give a donkeys. Seriously. I am enjoying my me time, and would kindly ask that everyone stop, for once, bombarding me with mortal fears regarding doomsday prophecies and inquiring incessantly as to whether mercury will be retrograding all over your birthday partay this year. Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn. Ahora páguenme bien y déjenme en paz, por favor.

It's 3.03 am. Welcome to the Witching Hour. Join your favourite pre-Christian prophet, Psychic Sibyl, as she takes you on a wild ride through the cosmic realm. Some content may not be suitable for those not seeking to uncover the deepest secrets of the unknown spiritual universe.