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David Sylvian

Sylvie Simmons, MOJO, April 1999

He was the sensitive soul who fronted south London’s dodgiest glam-rockers, the World’s Most Lovely Man who chose tortured sainthood, pop’s preening popinjay who reinvented himself as a darling of the avant-garde. "I’m damaged goods," he tells Sylvie Simmons.

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