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Christophers, Ben : My beautiful demon
[B]Christophers[/B]' precarious vocal indicates that at least his feet aren't made of clay.
Christophers claims that pot-throwing is second nature to him, and even today he could make a bowl should the occasion demand it. Given the streaky, wobbly, wholly unfired strangeness of this single, however, you really wouldn't want to risk eating soup round at his house. For what initially appears to be every bit as
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