Mr. Young,
Whenever I find myself listening to your musical stylings, I am torn. Your guitar is all kinds of strange in the great way, but your voice ruins it for me. Yet I still find myself enjoying you.
I was falling asleep in my girlfriend's car just moments ago, mostly thanks to beer, and I'm afraid if I did manage to start a REM cycle, my dreams would have been terrifying. For this, I think I have to applaud you.
Still out,
Your Jury
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