Not to be confused with “The Fraggle”, Trent Reznor’s concept album that takes place in the Jim Hensonverse.
Phil Collins’ post-divorce sex party album is darker than I could have ever imagined.
It’s like pretending to be a fireman when you pee in a urinal, kinda.
You get me closer to blog.
We’re reminded that included under the umbrella of “everything” is everything that gets flushed into the sewers. Also: other reviews!
Phil Collins pretends to be a cockney fishmonger and listens to people having sex through hotel walls. This is not a joke.
Pucker up and try a couple of wacky sour beers!