Death from Above 1979: You're A Woman, I'm A Machine
Mike Diver, Drowned in Sound, 8 February 2005
I DON'T THINK THAT I'm a demanding man. Throughout my years, I've never wanted in excess; I've never stamped my foot at a parent once a request was rejected, or stormed off a football pitch, ball under arm, when things weren't going my way. "It's my ball, and I'm going home…" Nah, just wasn't, and still isn't, me. Thus, it shouldn't come as a surprise that a simple, balls-out rock and roll record flicks all my switches and ticks all my boxes. It shouldn't, but it does all the same.
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