UK, 1988, celtic rock / celtic punk / folk rock
The first three tracks get me drunk without alcohol ever passing my lips. After the mad dance, I have to sit down to catch my breath, and a beautiful, heartbroken fairytale is waiting for me, telling me about life’s hopes destroyed by alcoholism. OK. I’ve caught my breath. Back on my feet! Not much inspires me to dance-oh.
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