The perennial bone of contention being, of course, is Jeff's patented production technique.
To many, a one trick load of old pony:
Close microphone to snare,
Far microphone to snare,
Compress far
microphone 2:1 and fold into close snare track,
Insert 1/10 second tape delay in-between,
REPEAT ON EVERY F**KING SONG FROM 1974 ONWARDS.
Yes, there is something approaching a global on taking Lynne out to the street and shooting him like a mangy English sheep dog...and yet, and yet...
A New World Record.
Tightrope. A Spector-Lennon glitter stomp dust up.
Telephone Line. Thumbs aloft melody trumps 70s Macca.
So Fine. Whoo Whoo.
Living Thing. A little bit George. A little bit bloody brilliant,
Do Ya. The sound of 80s rock being invented. A good thing. Believe.
Rockaria. Profoundly, irredeemably shit
Higher and higher baby.
Oddi wrth y brawd
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I've said it before and I'll say it again , you will be sorely missed. I didn't see this one coming and am fascinated by the prospects of the last six. How do you feel about saying goodbye?
Nos da.
David ( I don't know how to be anything other than anonymous!)
Back at you David...cheers. (You can unanonymise by Following...the clock be ticking...)
Peace.
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