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Frank Yea-Sayers: "First
salvo from the long-awaited 'Kill Uncle' and a pleasant surprise. Mister
Misunderstood's freshest vinyl confection since 'Suedehead', a similarly
streamlined pop gem, and could that be a lopsided smile we detect as
he spills his guts about never wanting to spill his guts again? The
tune is jaunty and unfussy, scooting in around strange sitar-sounding
violins, crashing through Lennon-esque reverb for the chorus before
diving into fathomless melancholy when His Master's Voice spirals to
a bonkers Billy McKenzie-style finale. He really should get out more." |
