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Great, hilarious review! You might like this anecdote: in the mid-90’s I recorded several CDs w/ Stephin Merritt and Magnetic Fields. During a session, while arranging a song, Stephin was stuck for a phrase. Smirking in his dry way, he opened a Lovecraft book and randomly selected: “...hideous city of unknown words..” You’ll hear it on Distant Plastic Trees cut 17. As Sammy Davis Jr used to say, “Whatever works, Babe.”
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