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An intro apparently culled
wholesale from a Torvill & Dean ice spectacular apart, the Banshees
manage to add nothing to the Dylan song, later rendered psychedelic by
Brian Auger, while subtracting a good deal. In fact all that
they've done is to Siouxsify it, crystal cascades a little worn with
age, portentous intonations across the water. Just imagine what
this would probably sound like, and save yourself the expense of buying a
copy. Had they chosen to do a version of "My Old Man's A
Dustman", it would have been pretty much of the same ilk, lots of
wowowowowowowows, and abandoned echo chambers. The Banshees touch has set in, from here on, everything they lay their
hands on shall turn to mediocre pomp rock. Silly old punkies.
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