The X-rated Files: The Bluetones
Robin Bresnark, Melody Maker, 1 August 1998
MARK MORRISS lifts up his shirt and winces. It's not a pretty sight – a jumbled wash of red, black and blue, like a colour blind four-year-old's painting of a rainbow. Only messier, "I'm still covered in scars and fucking cuts and bruises from the last tour," flinches the mild-mannered singer, gingerly poking away at a particularly ripe swelling. "There was a bit of crowd trouble you see."
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