The voice on the phone is American, vaguely familiar and, more to the point, somewhat pissed off. 'Is Steve Sutherland there?' I immediately do what all music journalists do under such circumstances - put on a fake voice and lie:rn'Er… I'm not sure,' I say, a dodgy mockney twang usurping my native Wiltshire burr. 'Who's calling? I'll try and find him for you.'
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