4.5/5 by the time I got off the bus it was torrential. 5 steps out and I was as soaked as I was going to get, may as well walk it. Blinding at first, a chest full of bracing cold, and then like a perfect Northeast squall, the sky started to clear, the hand of god sifting its fingers through the clouds, yellow and grey and flashes of blue, just as the soaring horns of When Your Parents Go to Sleep hit their stride, and I was in no hurry at all.
Assured, soulful, patient, cascading with exalted backing chorus and endless washes and wavering ruts of the blues. Unexpected, humbly thrilling.
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