How To Steal The World
The coffee table's too good for this rubbish.
, for instance, is not Bowie-esque surrealism, it's just a load of old bollocks that doesn't even rhyme.
She shackles these witless musings to the sound of drum loops salvaged from the mid-'80s and the kind of trip-hop 'ambience' even knackered fools like Morcheeba have disowned. The coffee table's too good for this rubbish.
Mercury judges, you know where you can shove it.
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