What a disappointing album

In a fleeting glimpse I saw MYSELF looking through the gauze of humanity in wonderment. And there SHE was before me, LADYHAWKE herself! Although I do hasten to add that ‘Pip’ as I like to call her, (having being to all the celebrity parties I can call them by their nicknames), was standing awash in the glory of the milky Spring dew like a dove embracing it’s nestlings. Although I have to say, and not everyone will agree, (but I don’t care about these ‘others’ anyway), she just isn’t in the same league as the lovely, lovely Lana Del Rey. Her voice was trembling in my subdued ears, like a forest of falling leaves. After my prescription wore off I was left looking at myself, having dribbled all over my spaghetti string vest. NEVER have I had soooooo much joy and then sorrow. Take from that what you will but it’s the realisation of my childhood and now old age being born again. Ok I’ll stop RIGHT where I am and let you people follow my advice and not that ‘other’ who said it was disappointing, and get into this delightful piece of music.

Thats right Kat, I set him up by saying something to the effect of, “I sure hope he does not steal my name again”, a few pages back.
But those who posses what I, and the author Ken Wilber, call “The Supra-Species Meta-Program” have the inherent ability to discern meaning in language, text or spoken.
As you can see, this poor soul may try to imitate my style, but fails miserably at every turn!
Now, I shall be re-born again!
As the Grotesque Mimic takes on the visage of my now rotting “corpse”… For what is a name but a body?

An insipid, pop record for teenage girls – so disappointing after such a great first album.

I don’t really see much difference from her debut. This such a great pop album.

Thx so much.
Ladyhawke is a delight “