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Rod Wescombe owns such a moustache. And what’s more, he tamed the beast and taught it respect, and through a symbiotic relationship, the two have been there for each other through everything that life has thrown at them. But that ain’t why I am writing about this sexy-son-of-a-beach. I am here to review this bloke’s music.
servicio de citas blitzcrank I met Rod via Fakebook and found the guy intriguing. Singing cover songs, and always wearing a grin on his chiselled man-face, he managed to lift my spirits. Don’t get me wrong, I still hate the world and everything about it, but Rod stuck out as being a diamond in the shit. “This guy is not taking life seriously,” I thought, and I respected him for this. Nobody should take their life too seriously because, unless you are like me, you will become food for worms, or a pile of ashes thrown into a river, child’s face or mixed with horse meat and fed to a cat. When this time comes for Rod, he will still have that grin.
Again, I ain’t here to talk about Rod’s unavoidable and eventual death, whenever that may be. Let’s talk about the musical portions that this hunky-bugger likes to eject.
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So, if you like your rock, you like the sound of a voice that’s smokier than some smoky bacon in the arse of a dead smoker being cremated then rolled into a cigar and inhaled as deep and as hard as possible, then Rod’s your man.
I give Rod a firm but meaty Seven whiskeys out of a potential five… And he is a smashing fella.