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Butterflies Of Love : Wintertime Queen

Woozy, lazy, Pavementy, Hammondy, lovely, the sort of thing Graham out of [a]Blur[/a] keels over to...

A right bunch of saps, you'd imagine, from Connecticut,

whose frill-free olden days' indie-rawk blooz caper swoons unapologetically after the vision of their beloved, who has taken the form, sappily, of "a strawberry on a bicycle". Woozy, lazy, Pavementy, Hammondy, lovely,

the sort of thing Graham out of Blur keels over to in the "throes" of a fainting fit where he becomes, apparently, "a void and you don't exist". Love, then, is not dead after all; the band, the emotion and the Hope of it all. Maybe. Just maybe...







Sylvia Patterson

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