If last time out Weimar was regaling us with tales of “The Girls of L.A”, now they use their music to paint soggy scenarios of the sordid and magical goings-on in London’s Soho. A bass-driven meander through its streets, washed clean of its grit and grime by the titular precipitation, a place where theatre-goers and market vendors, artists, con-men, dreamers and chancers would all shelter in the same doorway watching the world go by. A world brought alive by this cool and insightful song…
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