Well, fuck you too, [B]Sean[/B] - for a minute, we thought you had something here...
But ignore that for a second: in Dickson's mind, 'Demonstration' is a ticker-tape parade for the ultimate indie resurrection. And such is his self-belief, for a second it looks like he's going to pull it off - nowhere more so than on the lush Mellotron-riddled gospel of 'Ithanku', where Sean personally accosts everyone that's ever bought one of his records, brought up his name in conversation, or lent him a quid for a cup of tea - and kisses them hard upon the lips.
Elsewhere, 'Luv Dup' and 'Oddysey Of A Psychonaut' provide the requisite grandiose, effects-laden indie thrills. Sadly, though, 'Demonstration' tails off, Delakota-esque, over the last half-hour, and what's more, Sean knows it. [I]"A capital F to all of you",[/I] he rasps bitterly on forgettable kiss-off 'Never Bollocks The Mind'. Well, fuck you too, Sean - for a minute, we thought you had something here.
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