Graham Reid | | <1 min read
Chapter Seven: In which our hero in the company of producer Steve Albini undertakes a daring journey to his inner Bowie but cannot decide between the glam-rock of Ziggy or the avant-rock of Tin Machine -- so heroically aims for both simultanously, despite the absence of decent songs and Albini's crunching attack.
Our hero manfully makes it to the end of the 11 tracks, but it is likely you won't.
Further proof that Pulp really were a Different Class.
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