…because whatever you say about Mr. Gough, I have a weakness for self-depricating and apologetically corny ‘wearing my heart on my sleeve’ melodies and voices that can’t quite reach the right note, ah! the badly drawn boys of the world who mention sinatra and Jeff Buckley in their little poems…

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