The eternal swoon-master, Joe Goddard, has returned with a slice of fresh, warm electronic delight.
His new album, Electric Lines travels through a diversity of funky, soulful, scratchy, grimey, bass-driven noise. And it is good.
I tend to opt for the rollicking. Clichéd Mulrine.
But the affectionate sounds of Home are happily pacifying my being.
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Friday, 19 May 2017
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