The Blood Arm have an absolutely spiffo corkers-to-hummers ratio, but when ‘Angela’ starts out all sprightly and white reggae, it seems for a moment that they’re going to drop the ball. Thankfully, the ball (which ball is this, anyway?) is retained and it soon morphs into eccentric goofball new wave slathered with glorious harmonies, and at least one couplet that seems to be written from the perspective of the late President Kennedy. Which is a new one on us.
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