In my politest New Yorkian, I said, “hey, if you want to talk, go to the FUCKING back, but I’m here for the concert.
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In my politest New Yorkian, I said, “hey, if you want to talk, go to the FUCKING back, but I’m here for the concert.
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In addition, the instruments that are played on this work seem to have been assembled from various garden sheds.
It is an album of almost unimaginable folly, of incredible indulgence?
Bring your own poison? Make mine a pint of bleach.
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There’s no grass for cows to eat and there are big skies
Oh… I love Chai-Ovna
a man who resembled Jason King wandered onstage, clutching an acoustic guitar and accompanied by a girl who resembled the star of Der Neue Schulmadchen Report 2 Teil: Was Eltern den Schlaf Raubt
Lycanthropy is a work of massive scope; it is the result of five years of song writing and is intended to showcase what an incredibly talented child can do.
Singer Alec Onsworth had an awkward look on his face the whole show, but somehow it really worked, maybe he can only sing in his charmingly awkward way whilst making nervous looking faces.
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You realise when hearing stuff like The Back of Love that the Bunnymen still retain their air of hypnotic, ethereal, abstract strangeness. It’s like musical non-music if you see what I mean.