https://louderthanwar.com/verse-chorus- ... ok-review/
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the reviewer wrote: But it’s also a guidebook about addiction that uses the gutted stomach of love as the desired ink – the plectrum as Coxon’s quill throughout that anchors him to some kind of reality even though it was melting around him in the form of a bottle. From pits of crippling anxiety when his future forced his present self to freeze, from coffee and tv and the British symptom where the insatiable taste of a boy band was too good for the fierce, frantic, squealing teams of ravenous, rabbiting media manipulators to miss. The time when the Sun equated to the NME – it was tabloid, it was too good to be true, it was exciting, enticing, it was front page, it was everywhere and utterly inexorable in their power to push buttons, to pull strings, to create a moral panic, to invent handsome folk devils, to design poster girls who want boys who like boys to be girls.
And if you think that's up his u-bend you need to read his morrissey review.