If you make it all the way through to track 21 (of 23), to "Sweet, Sweet Sickly Music", you'll hear a tortured guitar unspool against a beat obscured by fuzz. These are hooky songs rotted to phosphorescence, but plodding on nonetheless.
If you make it all the way through to track 21 (of 23), to "Sweet, Sweet Sickly Music", you'll hear a tortured guitar unspool against a beat obscured by fuzz.
These are hooky songs rotted to phosphorescence, but plodding on nonetheless.
The Drin's tunes live furtively in fetid underground bunkers, where their ear-wormy melodies bounce off muck and concrete.
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If you make it all the way through to track 21 (of 23), to "Sweet, Sweet Sickly Music", you'll hear a tortured guitar unspool against a beat obscured by fuzz. These are hooky songs rotted to phosphorescence, but plodding on nonetheless. The Drin's tunes live furtively in fetid underground bunkers, where their ear-wormy melodies bounce off muck and concrete.
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