Now that he's sorted his hearing out (absolving him from ever having to learn the word 'pardon'), and been forced to confront the other halves of conversations in which he is participating , Usurper knuckle-dragger Ali Robertson has had to find new ways to express his rudeness. How about using the kindly offer of a release of his material as an opportunity to take the piss out of his benefactor? Nice one. Elsewhere on this cassette there is plenty to be joyful about, outside the boundaries of one's expectations, at both ends, of his previous output; from a contemplative and almost stately attitude towards the wee knick-knacks doing their things to a tribal stomp. No shit!
Tear off a hunk here.
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