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TWAS 153: The Best of 1997 |
 | | If your city has two dozen unknown bands this good, too, it's a wonder any of us ever manage to shut the stereo off and leave the house. |
| | Peter Milton Walsh's first two albums, reissued in an echoey, defiantly unremastered blur, simmer in his own morosity with a grace halfway between Nick Drake and the Smiths, something like a distracted Aztec Camera backing up a desperately exhausted Scott Walker, or Stephin Merritt fronting a heavily sedated Flesh for Lulu. |
| | The mere fact that someone could make these maudlin albums without killing themselves is insanely encouraging. |
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