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So, yeah, star power. That's what we've got here. And if the sources for this star power seem perhaps a little too exposed right now, time and touring will solve that...
"Are you ready?" he calls. "Are you with me?"
The band kicks in again, harder this time, jerkier, dirtier. And K's lost in it, torn between pouring his Otis Redding howl into the mic, or simply kicking the mic stand to the ground and miraculously catching it just before it hits the stage. It's too tough a decision for him, so, what the fuck, he does both.
So, yeah, star power. That's what we've got here. And if the sources for this star power seem perhaps a little too exposed right now, time and touring will solve that. As the balmy closing 'On My Mind' washes over us, a paranoid devotional, all post-Primal Scream soul, the idea of what MSG will become within six months, every little quirk growing into the band's own sound, well, it makes the mouth water really.
Because then, Mo Solid Gold will be ready. And you will most definitely be with them.
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