Douglas P. returns to prove that without a shadow of a doubt he jumped the shark years ago and has settled for increasingly ho-hum mediocrity under the guise of "having nothing left to prove". The man feels like a comfortable old shoe nowadays, except not half as exciting. Whilst the piano compositions are decent enough Peaceful Snow is full of every DiJ lyrical cliche you can imagine, and is too corny to take seriously for the most part.
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