Yeah, but with with this album, I mean, what I love about Sam Fender is I just imagine studio executives in 1985 at the height of boss mania trying to make like a quickie movie to just kind of coast off it.
His clothes, of course, were frightful. They had been made for him by a Greek tailor in Lima — in two days. He was young enough, too, to have explained this sartorial deficiency to Jonquil in his otherwise laconic note.