Album Rating: 5.0
lukewarm starting to crust porridge and sad excuse of a drip of honey still waiting to be stirred in person
3.5 because there are only a couple of classic tracks or a 3.5 for the album taken as a whole because you find it too yuppie?
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Nah 3.5 because it's a great album.
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Album Rating: 5.0
Portishead they'rrrrrre great
she's a Frosties person
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Album Rating: 3.5
She’s the only person on the planet who likes coco pops with less sugar.
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Album Rating: 5.0
'She’s the only person on the planet who likes coco pops with less sugar.'
for people who really don't want to portion 50% less pops in their bowl
ingenius
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Album Rating: 2.5
Can’t fathom taking a song as cool as Strangers and then doing what they do to it 1:20 in... like cooking a beautiful dinner and drowning it in ranch
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Album Rating: 5.0
Can't fathom taking a song as cool as Strangers and then KEEP DOING THE COOL for the entirety of the record.
Fixed!
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colton plz listen to Bricolage, and then you will maybe have the right to whinge about the 2nd worst track here
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Ya strangers would be better without the garage guitar
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yO Johny let's jaM Charles MinguS brO
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Album Rating: 5.0
What? I think Strangers is one of the best here!!
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listen to Charlie too
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Bro' bRo' Charlie Is Mingus too brO[2]
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Album Rating: 5.0
‘Can’t help but think Beth probably makes a crap breakfast. It’s the way she carries herself.’
Can’t help but think someone who prefers the current incarnation of Mogwai to this is painfully out of touch. Make your own bloody breakfast.
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Album Rating: 3.5
What’s that Beth love? No the second drawer down. The second one. The second one.
Seriously? THE SECOND ONE.
Here she goes grizzling again.
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Album Rating: 5.0
I’d give me right arm to get in her drawers mate, not even because she’s a decent bit of skirt, just to say I had.
?/10
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Album Rating: 5.0
Away with those nasty jokes this is a sacred thread!!!!
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Album Rating: 5.0
No more Beth jokes?
Ditto
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Album Rating: 3.5
Now there’s a bird who could whip up a brekkie
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Remember me mate at three of halves, spoiling his drink o'er mushgroove, fuller pint twaaS and sour ftoo
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