Quick, quick – I need to make a cynical wisecrack
about a whinging troubadour type before
I
explode! Ah, here’s Paddy Casey – that
should
do the trick. Yawnsome drive-time snoozefest
which makes ‘The Blower’s Daughter’
sound
like a cut from Bolt Thrower’s Realm
Of Chaos.
Not my cuppa meat, as you can see. |