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Feb 22, 2017The Anglophile lingo (‘He’s such a dear boy’), opiated nursery drawl and woozy organ of Charlie’s Lips is deep in homage to Barrett’s Floyd, just as the Hammond in You Never Learn is to Al Kooper on ’65 Dylan duty. More interesting is the tendency to trancey, transformative repetition on the likes of the autobiographical, sick-bed sweaty Little Stars.
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Jan 25, 2017Genre fans will love it--it’s the perfect soundtrack to pulling on your Chelsea boots and black crew-neck sweater. Those who see don’t especially wish it was 1965 again may be less convinced.