Album Review of I’m All Ears - Let’s Eat Grandma

 BY NEAL MARTIN |

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Many Vinous readers have surely noticed that punctuation is not my strong point. I can string words together. From time to time I conjure a satisfying turn of phrase. But as soon as I start adding commas and semi-colons, then to be honest, I just go with what feels right and leave it to the long-suffering proofreader to clear up my mess. I recall many years ago, publishing a long essay on Château Latour and a week later, receiving an e-mail reprimanding my appalling abuse of grammar and attaching my same article but with the punctuation corrected. I thanked him, though I did sign off my reply with words to the effect that a misplaced apostrophe will never stop the world turning round. 

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Let’s Eat Grandma. To be honest, I presumed it was a particularly inspired gothic name for a band. It was only when my daughter piped up that it was in fact a commonly used example à la Eats Shoots and Leaves to teach pupils how grammar can warp the meaning of a sentence that I understood its origin. I first caught the duo, Rosa Walton and Jenny Hollingworth, who have been childhood friends since kindergarten, on Jools Holland a couple of years ago.

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