Prefab Sprouting All Over
Sylvie Simmons, Creem, February 1986
PADDY MCALOON likes words like a dog likes lampposts, darting from one to the next, meandering back again, cocking his conversational leg to spray another shower of the things wherever they land. If McAloon's conversation set out in a boat from Newcastle to Ireland it'd go via Africa with a few days off in Hawaii. The man knows how to ramble in interviews. He also knows how to be acutely succinct in songs.
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