In other words, expletive expletive expletive expletive! The Hazards of Love sounds so deliciously wonderful on vinyl, on my wickedly fantastically sublime DeVore Gibbon 3’s.
That is all.
Post script: Coup de foudre in Montreal is THE BOMB. As in: The bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb that will bring us together. Ask me.
