Some are incredibly dismissive of the reformed Roxy but this is incredible on any number of levels. The ladies on the harps. Ferry's croon and the way he scrunches up his face like Icarus in agonised ecstasy descending to the depths. The suits. Manzanera back in wraparounds. Mackays sax. Tibbs bass. Roxy are like a high quality five a side team powering goals from impossible angles from the starting whistle, And all becaise the lady loves milk tray.
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