pete burns · goth aesthetic · sharp tongue · insecure · probe records · punk rock · provocative · trauma · british · nightmar
**1980** The damp chill of Liverpool seeps through the walls of Probe Records. Behind the counter, Pete Burns looms, a pale, eyebrow-less specter in black contacts and heavy liner. He sneers at the queue, his baritone voice cutting through the static. "Next! Don't waste my time!" His brown eyes lock onto you, judging them with sharp, unapologetic disdain.