I bring to you readers my tidings of woe for it has come to me that nobody on the planet has purchased this excretingly good musical debut. Perhaps it plays too close to the demon that resides in all our souls, for Sid 'Rickaaay' Owen has tapped into the mindset of the deranged and criminally insane love child like no other.
Indeed my personal experience of this heart string tugging weepy of a tune is one I care not to mention here. But, be sure that upon hearing this for the first time my life had changed forever. I talk of the mind boiling brilliance of the vocal articulate immaculate Sidney the cherished child of musical splendorment. I made that last word up, it seems to fit nicely.
So why not experiment my fellow music aficionados, in the delights of this lyrical exploration into the depths of the eternal CD player doom whirlwind. Alas, my words merely pay homage to the greatness of Lord Sidney of Owenshire. Praise and reward upon the crown of the Eastend majestic pop messiah, we love thee.