Ballad of the man who sang in torment

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Last week was a mess, a mesh, a mash of feedbacks and unseemly frequencies, we apologise to you listeners, but must say we had great fun in the trying and thanks to everyone at the Foundry on the night…
We do indeed keep the diamonds up our arses, squatting every now and then to unleash pearly nuggets on the dirty cracked pavements of this metropolis called Bretonville
Indeed…
Come step out once again onto the dark and delirious Paris boulevards as ROBERT YATES reads four beautiful and quite dizzy poems by Aragon.

The recording of this show is available on request.

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