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It is an album by, and about, Moles. You like Moles? Well, you're in the right place.
It was recorded in 1973. That is really a very long time ago. Oh, well. It's unearthly beauty remains undimmed, with the assistance of wigs and other prosthetic devices. Take a bit of butch guitar, add some twee vocals and one-finger cabaret piano, douse liberally in opinionatedness, light the touch paper and retire (but not literally). When this proves successful, replace non-compliant components and try again. When this proves of limited value, go back down your burrow.
You see? It's so simple, really.
I see that that Bin Laden got what was coming to him.
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