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Portishead | Wandering Star

A little while back I found myself reading the book of Jude, an odd little book with only a single chapter. And I came to verse 13: “[They are] wandering stars for whom is reserved the blackness of darkness forever.” And I thought to myself, “Hey Jude, you stole that straight outta Portishead. Dummy album to be exact.”

Sad, beautiful, dark song. Vengeful, paranoid little book.

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