Oh, boo hoo. Poor Russell. He's had more than his fair share of bad luck. We all get that hard-done-by feeling from time to time. Me, I prefer to listen to music that reflects my mood rather than cheers me up: in fact, being told to cheer up just makes me feel more morose, or, worse still, makes me bloody angry and liable to bite the cheery do-gooder's head off.
And so it is with Mr Crawford. Sure, he's telling us all about the unfortunate experiences he's had, but he's so sodding upbeat and chirpy about it I'd happily punch him, were it not for the fact that he redeems himself slightly by having penned the only song to mention bird flu and SARS - in the same line.
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Alas, the other four tracks on the EP don't benefit from this lyrical plus, and can be filed under 'middling and rather mundane poppy stuff, nothing special.' Oh, and the cover of 'She's Like The Wind', which sees Russ take a turn for the classic rock, I can definitely live without. Bad luck, indeed.
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