So I've been avoiding Pinkerton deluxe for the reason that (in my head) Pinkerton is, well, Pinkerton, and should not be tampered with.
Today I heard Tired of Sex (Tracking Rough)
I think I died and went to heaven.
Off to Amazon I go, sigh.
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