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❝ The Crippled Black Phoenix mean so much to me.
❝ Crippled Black Phoenix's ballads are cloudy, like cliffs over a malt-colored sea, with the wind slapping you to get you moving.
❝ the price of admission, however, is justified alone by “Bastogne Blues,” or: twelve minutes of god.
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