As a critic I always find myself thinking "Gary Jules does not dance well enough to be considered among today's top entertainers". Furthermore, I cannot see his eyes when he performs for that damned perpetually-worn baseball cap, which, in my opinion does nothing to help him win fans, or friends for that matter.
"But wait a minute", thinks I presently, "critics don't buy records, fans do".
So when I heard that Gary Jules had been handing out home-burned copies of his new self-titled album -- the first since "Trading Snakeoil for Wolftickets",...
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