Well, that was fabby.
A delight from beginning to end.
A triumph of originality, innovation and anarchic, avant-garde bravura.
Every single one of the people he name-dropped at the start were not only reverently referenced, but they were in fact emulated and eclipsed and destro...
etc
It was appalling, dead-eyed 'product' that reeked of Haute X-Factor feculence from the first turtle's head until the ultimate, grim 'grunt-flop' and assiduous 19-sheet wipe.
Still not as bad as Amazulu though.
Or maybe as bad.
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