Still unpacking the Peter Hammill treasure trove. I'm becoming more and more amazed at how his trilly/growly voice doesn't displease me and how he keeps getting away with styles that should should reject him like a failed transplant. Here's some foxy disco with a fist-pumping chorus with lyrics that could easily come off as silly film imagery riffing. And yet he comes through the minefield like James Bond. A feat worthy of his facial expression on the album cover.Peter Hammill - Film Noir
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