Well, if it's any consolation Marc Almond hates it as well...
"And always in the punch grey morning
Coffee cold, toast and all
Orange marmalade like old shoe leather
I down the vitamins
To purify the several sins
That help to hold my shattered soul together
Mind troubled with a million things
The taxi-driver starts to sing
One of my songs
One that I like the least,
he says:
"That was the only one I liked"
My face cracks, my misery
Increased all my misery
All my misery"
And that's why you end up with two follow-up albums of screaming fuck-you anti-pop attitude. Mind you, I can see why Marc Almond's voice might drive someone nuts, but I think it's perfect for his lyrics about serial nervous breakdowns.
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