![]() ![]() That, thankfully, is the only time the word “shit” will be used in this review, because the album, Hey Mr Ferryman, is a very lovely thing indeed. ![]() ![]() Middle age being what it is, the only reaction this elicited was an “OK honey. Sadly, or fortunately, depending on whether you’re me or the person who does my laundry, I am somewhat less excitable these days (though those unfortunate to have been standing near me at last October’s Morrissey gig in Singapore may disagree), and so the announcement of a Mark & Bernie album was greeted with little more than an “Oh wow, Mark Eitzel and Bernard Butler have made an album together!”. Back in the early ’90s, when my obsessions with both American Music Club and Suede were at their peak, the news of a collaboration between Mark Eitzel and Bernard Butler would’ve had me jizzing myself into a state of such advanced desiccation that they’d have had to put me on a drip for at least a week. ![]()
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