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The last country song you need ever listen to. Thankfully. |
Credits: By M Diamond & S Gilman |
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This is a live cut with an authentic '50s sound. It takes you to the evil heart of Doo-Wop and lays its satanic entrails on a table for your horrified but voyeuristic gaze. Don't expect to find any social significance in this - there is none |
Credits: By Matthew Diamond & Simon Gilman |
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A surprisingly dancable ode to the new multinational heaven that's heaven for multinationals |
Credits: M Diamond & S Gilman |
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