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Open popup player New: Embed this album on your own site! Ok, Berlin is just so damn sexy. Angular, androgynous, pouty?it's a Bowie/Siouxsie-influenced urchin of an album that'll have you strutting around the house like a Milanese model on a Fashion Week catwalk. Highlights include the smouldering opener "Impressions," the world's only New Wave drinking song "We Didn't Go," and the deliciously disaffected "Tap At Floes." Skeptics take note: this is not the trend-hopping New Wave of the last few years; this the direct descendent of New Wave...its legitimate heir.
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