Also, can pretentious music reviewers just die already? (This is from a normally reputable site.)
Are you sick of hearing about Proust’s madeleine, gentle reader? Will an involuntary gag reflex cause you to vomit up the combination of cake and tea that comes so conveniently at the beginning of the first volume of his monumental work À la recherche du temps perdu? Assuming the answer to the above is yes, then, in regard to this album, let’s not and say we did.
I'm trying to be more social but I'm not sure I can rejoin Fagbook. It kinda made me hate people I love, like I could never get away from them long enough to miss/appreciate them.