My family refer to The Pogues as the fucking pogues because they hate the fucking pogues. I love the fucking pogues and bought Poguetry in Motion on vinyl because (among other, better reasons) the corny name, nasty picture, and thin paperiness of the cover emphasize the grotesqueness of the fucking pogues. Everything the fucking pogues are/were about is right here for the price of only four tracks. The poetry, the grotesqueness, the identity of struggle. Also A Rainy Night in Soho.
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