Yawn yawn yawn

I rushed to order this book following an enthusiastic recension The dispute in Arnaud Laporte, and once again, I cried tears of blood for having listened.
McGuire, I do not know, seems to have it all in France Culture: New York although regrettably American do-gooder of Goche gay but still sad, minimalist but lacking any inspiration to unseat the best player, the album works on the principle of repetition, all this drawn trowel and colorful in a drizzle caca goose that reminds me the worst wallpaper sixties.
Well, I stop,
Apparently there is a hint that it was captured but I had such a hurry to finish this chore I put forward as soon as possible, closed the tome with a sigh of relief, and I immediately relisted.
Richard Bye bye!