Clattering, buzzing post-punk, marching into dystopian nowhere. There's scant little rage, no mirth at all, just a dozen lines about laughing, deadpanned over lethargic synth/guitar riffs with a tendency to bloom right as the song ends.
And that's the confounding thing about this one - it's not miserable. There's a quiet acceptance to Total Control's plod through the wasteland, giving the flashes of light and color the honor of the time it takes to pass them, but no more. A record for melting the highs and lows to a sleepy downward slide 3.5/5
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