The thing I love about DEAD ANYWAY is you never know what you’re going to get. Observational witticisms, obviously, and an elasticated variety of musical approaches, without a doubt, but about what, when and how? That’s where they’ll throw you, like preoccupied weirdos. Like an unreliable crow’s nest. (“Any sight of land?” ‘Sorry, wasn’t concentrating.’)
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