Mark E. Smith saunters into the light all arms and mouth, the former looking slightly too long for his frame in a short-sleeve shirt, the latter forever chewing and slurping on an invisible hunk of cud. He prowls the stage and takes a spot, eyes fixed on
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DrownedInSound — Mark E. Smith saunters into the light all arms and mouth, the former looking slightly too long for his frame in a short-sleeve shirt, the latter forever chewing and slurp... more info