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A review by direwolfsummer
The Englishman by Douglas Stuart
slow-paced
3.0
Halfway through the album I could tell that William had a type. He liked them Northern, scrawny almost; all parsimonious hips and jutting clavicles. He liked them scowling – a little hungry-looking. He liked them Scottish.
He had me at the "parsimonious hips".