1. First, the medieval fog out of Notre Dame easternised élan misterious fragrance from voices lost in medieval times!
2. Then, communist endearing fairies intone an anthem, lullaby dada heavenly proclamation of shreds of mist making up glory on high. I do not know a piece so suggestive and uncanny; polyphony never so subtle in the entire history of pop.
3. Then, memory serves the listener to end in a unique smooth gush Lol Coxhill at his most sweet and intimate.