Envelopes

Envelopes

Imagine if, after Bernard Butler’s sultry opening guitar chimes on ‘Animal Nitrate’, a heroin-thin Brett Anderson had shimmied across the stage in his girl’s blouse seductively slapping his arse with his microphone, opened his mouth and...

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