The Banshees at their lustrous, textured peak. This feels like you're being dragged round the Louvre, El Prado and Kunsthistorisches Museum on breathless, whistlestop tours.There are some top Goyju batoque tunes but it's all rather claustrophibic. If course this is what you get with Sioux, Severin and Co., so it seems rathe naff to complain. You knew what you were getting by now.
No comments:
Post a Comment