The more I listen to and learn about Chris Connelly, the more I see an exquisite and frustrating problem inherent in his work. Following on from Birthday Poems, a fictional account of the romantic correspondence between Scottish writers Stella Cartwright and George Mackay Brown, he now turns his sights on Nico, The Velvet Underground muse and arguably, one of the most unique, tragic, and misunderstood female artists in the history of music. The first taste of this new album comes via latest single…
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