Killing Joke’s ever imposing, ever ebullient frontman, Jaz Coleman is preparing to take a flight to Morocco. There he plans to kick back in his regular one-star Marrakesh bolt-hole for a much needed recharge prior to unleashing a fresh KJ assault in the new year. There’s a Royal Albert Hall show on the horizon, and a new album, but prior to that there’s the serious business of selecting for the prime examples of the music that defines him. Although, in the case of one question, he doesn’t
