That menacing organ is pure magic, and alongside some drum and bass churn you get a super-tense, seething post-punk album that's...strangely enjoyable? This is thrilling stuff, keying off of dark Lost Highway 50's energy, an album of too-fast night drives in all the good and back.
Except for the 10 minute murder-suicide tale of Frankie Teardrop. That's terrifying. Appreciate that as art or something, and grab on tight for the rest 4/5
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