Michael Franks, The Art Of Tea (1975)
Songs about food are ridiculous because they’re almost always metaphors for fucking – and yet there’s nothing remotely sexy about a) Michael Franks or b) Michael Franks singing about Eggplant. So why do I have this album then? Well, my first record-store job was late nights in the mall, back when there were people sh…
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