But, and here’s the quirky unforeseen twist worthy of a Roald Dahl short story, it’s a record that isn’t forty years old. A genuine bona fide record etched deep into your actual polyvinyl chloride, recorded by one of those glamorous showbiz comedy types that I seem to rave on about. ![]() ![]() Well here’s a genuine novelty that I couldn’t realistically resist for long. Comedian and actor Matt Berry celebrates his convoluted folk-rock-acid-prog-psych-garage-synth-pop-jazz-fusion roots, with an outstanding album that evokes the whimsical sounds and wistful heady spirits of the early 1970s.
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