...this wallowing, femi-miserable, joss-stick mystical, sub-[B]Joni[/B], "fa-la-la-la" womb-folk is not going to stop the lads' teasing.
Regardless of her association with the splendid Air (her lent vocals did indeed sound enigmatically delightful) the terrible female singer/songwriter generic amalgam-ness of the name alone should signal with nuke submarine alarm bells, even to the most moderately sentient, the awfulness of her game.
- from 'Mary The Angel').
So she's got the au pair market covered and that's fair do's, and there's no denying that she has a fine voice, lilting, lovely and ever so sorrowful... Whatever floats the boat, right? Hell, no.
Hey, girls, sick of jock rock? Songs about titties an' bitches an' ho's? Yeah? Wotcha gonna do 'bout it? One thing's for sure, this wallowing, femi-miserable, joss-stick mystical, sub-Joni, "fa-la-la-la" womb-folk is not going to stop the lads' teasing.
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