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[HERBERT MATTHEWS]
[.] [ORDER INFO]
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[.] Herbert asked me to describe his musical offering as a simple love story between a boy named Fidel and his rifle, set against the backdrop of American Imperialism, but I refused. Instead, I decided to describe it as an action-packed, suspense-laden, explosion-featuring, one-last-summer-romp, filled with virile young people getting it on in the Caribbean, Fox-style. Unfortunately, we're both wrong, for Herbert Matthews is obviously a dramatic rendition of Herbert's own burgeoning sense of self-propulsion, leading him to places that neither he nor the listener have been before: rhyming Impala with Guatemala. |
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