We'd been hoping for something a bit more apocalyptic, & certainly weren't expecting a version of the Skeeter Davis classic,
about which much has been bandied of late
here, &
elsewhere.
Alas, Mr. Isaacs was no Skeeter Davis. (Nor was she any Gregory Isaacs; it's all good.)
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