this is peak tension, all that post-post-post punk pulse, all that anxious buzz, all that deadpan ranting, all that motorik coming at you fur immer. it's the best and worst of Preoccupations to say: this is the latest incarnation in That Velvet Underground Sound -- via Joy Division via Interpol via et cetera.
maybe that's a wave that has to crash against us every now and again. updated for the latest despair, pulsing with the latest technology, giving us that blanket to swirl ourselves up in so we can make the world a little smaller, letting the walls of that tiny reverb be the boundaries of our understanding.
I want to reject this, to take the arch stance against familiarity but. dammit. we do need it now and again. the hole we go down's always there, it's comforting to know that it's there, growing along us, that there's some pocket of the world that knows and doesn't care that we can fall down. Preoccupations have taken up that dreary standard with stern eyes and a steady hand and phalanx of effects and drones and sounds and all of it - and maybe its just about time 4/5
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