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     A luscious, spiritually elevating, showstopper/ballad from the
artnymph of the aureoles, who's surely never done a day's work in
her life.  How does anyone get that much cool air into a voice?  Sort
of "The Man With The Child In His Eyes" as interpreted by Leonara
Carrington [who?].  Ecstatic with wintry tragedy.  So undeniably
beauteous that for me to sell it further would be heresy.  Quietly,
one does wish she'd released "Rocket's Tail", but maybe that's
next.  Heaven's Kate.
                                     -- Chris Roberts