Rumours abounded that Goldfrapp
had (eek) “gone folk”, that their
fourth album would be an acid-and-
tea-soaked odyssey of English
whimsy, drawing on Carroll, Barrett
and Lear. Having built up
expectation for a lysergic fantasia,
it initially comes as something of a
disappointment to discover merely
an album of pleasant trip-ho…
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