That title's a tipoff - this is nasty all right, but without any particular muscle, just out of a brash, battered disdain. All the sneer feels applied by brushstroke, the mix blasted out seemingly on purpose. A fake bloodstain drying in on summer sidewalk. I just don't buy it. When your clattering, gasping climax pulls a fancy pan maneuver how do you maintain best-we-can credibility?
In this vein of rock and roll credibility of purpose, of striving, of desperation, it's the only currency that matters and this doesn't bend to the bite 2.5/5
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