All tension. All too fast and taking too long to arrive. This is nervousness, this is excitement.
That motorik played by man-machine. Those chiming detuners, that bobbling bass, that stammered sentiment, a Joy Division vampire dragged into the sunlight, thrilled and bristling - with Morriseyan vulnerability and tunefulness beyond all peers.
Just feel those guitars an oohs on the back half of Original Love.
I'm reminded of the Unicorns live circa 2004, the splinter of things falling apart.
That rare union of utmost precision and inevitable self-destruction, all beauty and accident.
A touch of the terrible rock music I try to make - all tension.
Great shit 4.5/5
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