One member of Gang Gang Dance, one member of Growing. Words that come to mind: squalid, ritualistic, haunted, feral, clanking, doomed. It first recalls late No Wave stuff, some of the sort of things that the likes of Lydia Lunch and Clint Ruin got up to in the late 80s. There are a few moments of wonderful hammering unpredictability in there. It’s really blowing out the cobwebs tonight.
currently listening: IUD
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