Picture the scene: Stuttgart, 2017, living in an air-bed-and-breakfast, 5 minutes walk to work, a bucket of hardship, a crushed soul of affliction - a job that was a hive of negative energy for a multinational corpration that I still respect and ironically miss, despite my scathing sentiment to the package.
Bang comes this album - racing out of the blocks, to run come save me - as the lyrics went on about his baby having a bad dream in his arms and his friend warning him about the cocaine and then dove straight in.
American Dream was simply one of the best comeback albums of the decade, especially when the band were meant to have disbanded and such. And such and such and such and such and such and such and such and such and such such such such such such such such such such such such such such such such such such such such.
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