David Sylvian
Sylvie Simmons, MOJO, April 1999
He was the sensitive soul who fronted south Londons dodgiest glam-rockers, the Worlds Most Lovely Man who chose tortured sainthood, pops preening popinjay who reinvented himself as a darling of the avant-garde. "Im damaged goods," he tells Sylvie Simmons.
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