<info><id>42096</id><basic></basic><other><item><key><![CDATA[Like four young Neros scampering about a crumbling Rome, The Rainyard raced out of 1980's Perth with a naiveté you could ]]></key><value><![CDATA[]]></value></item><item><key><![CDATA[only cook up with a 3-string violin and a slab of Emu Bitter. Armed with a basket of pop gems penned by the young Mr Coffey they played as though someone else's life depended upon it and capturing those times on the format de la journée - the compact cassette. These are they.]]></key><value><![CDATA[]]></value></item></other></info>