Saw Arthur and his band a couple of years ago in Islington on a night where I was pretty close to end-of-my-tether miserable. I walked out of the gig a couple of hours later, my feet three inches off the floor, my face covered in a sloppy grin and full of a feeling of peace.
that’s genius.
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