Six on Tuesday morning. Bath had. Lessons planned. An hour to kill before heading to the fitness centre. Just time to listen though to First Mate Darren 'Starbuck' Jones latest tip. May You Live Forever in Cowboy Heaven'. From Nashville's finest Dialup Ghost.
Just my cup of sick if you'll pardon the expression. From the sleeve of skeletal gun toting desperadoes onwards. .American Bohemian Weirdo Expressionism for forty minutes. My run down charts are full of these kind of nutty statements these days and may the well never run dry.
Thes people can't really sing and the playing is basic but consistently heartfelt and utterly committed. Som emight tellyou that love is allyou do. Ifficial rundowns might consistently tell you that Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds are in terms of the new conformity of grief and despair. Here is another record
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