Marianne Faithfull sings dark songs. Never-ending longing, not happy endings; courage and endurance, not flash-in-the-pan bravado.
What is it about Leonard Cohen that makes such an encounter possible? That replaces small talk with silence, that makes presence palpable?
The Only Ones were a heady perfume, a blend of champagne cognac and smouldering coals, eros, death and belladonna.