PJ Harvey: The Last Living Rose

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From PJ Harvey's newest album, Let England Shake. I'm really looking forward to picking this one up very soon.



No Ripcord's Juan Edgardo Rodriguez gave the album a 10 out of 10. Read his review here.


Sincerely,
Letters From A Tapehead

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