The smug, afro-beat appropriating prick comes in level with the smug, pro-hunting, mediocre drumming pricks and the smug, This Life approved coffee table trip hop pricks:
Stone cold ten. One of the best experiences of my whole life was seeing her play it live at Primavera 2015. Broke down in tears at the first line, stayed that way for the gig. An album that means so, so much to me.
I can’t get into it. Gloria is obvs one of the best cover versions of all time but there’s a stench of classic rock and coffee house poetry that just puts me off the rest of it.