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There’s a lot to love about our Phil: his melodic playing that can still crunch bone and shred flesh from 40 paces, his occasional forays into songwriting that always became fan favorites, his encyclopedic collection of Victorian-era pornography. (Phil makes no apologies for being aroused by whale-bone corsets, Cockney rhyming-slang, and imperialism. You didn’t choose what gave you boners, either.)

But other facts remain.