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DANIEL
RACHEL Crikey, is this for real? I mean, really for real? It's like a music-hall-cum-cockney-barrow-boy-piano singalong, with added aplomb. It'll catch you off guard, that's for sure. Daniel Rachel could go into panto if he keeps up this high camp strangeness, and the more you listen, the more you come round to his way way of thinking. It's quite the oddest thing to come into the Singles Bar for ages. And it's all probably unintentional. Something like Ed Harcourt if he hadn't gone to posh school. JAKE
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