Close your eyes.
It's the 2nd of November and it's raining. The gray clouds unload their tears onto the Manchester suburbs landscape with its green meadows and the factories of carpets and sweaters delightfully made of red bricks, whose gabled facades cut the horizon like a jagged blade.
Between the wiper passes of an old Vauxhall, people can barely be seen sheltering under umbrellas of various colors.
But what the hell, we're almost in summer, come up with some ideas! Is it possible that "Made in the U.K." produces nothing but clones of the "blank generation"?? And does the British specialized press follow them, praising such trash??? Can any of you distinguish the Doves from Coldplay or from Travis??
Screw it, then! One star only because the program doesn't allow "zero" [message for the webmaster]