Tom Waits is a bit like a London double decker bus in some respects. You wait around for a couple of hours for one and three of them come along at once. And they all look and soud and smell the same. And splutter off gasping and coughing. And you wonder if they'll ever going to get to their destination. This one sounds alright. But I'll get off when I get to my stop . And leave Blood Money to it.
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