Oh, hooray. I was getting worried that, after inducting Roisin Murphy into the ranks of Fug Madness contenders, she'd go and drop off the face of the planet, thus denying us that which we so crave from her. But not so.
And while this certainly isn't up to -- down to? -- her usual standards of wackitude, it DOES feel like she threw a loud caftan, a flight attendant's uniform, and some kitchen wallpaper into the washing machine with her favorite white housedress, ran the cycle on hot, and waited for it all to bleed into a pattern. Bless.
And while this certainly isn't up to -- down to? -- her usual standards of wackitude, it DOES feel like she threw a loud caftan, a flight attendant's uniform, and some kitchen wallpaper into the washing machine with her favorite white housedress, ran the cycle on hot, and waited for it all to bleed into a pattern. Bless.
