How enjoyable was it to take it out on the Swedish Holograms for receiving high marks regarding their previous works? I'm sure that even the slackers here were full of know-it-alls of "music as it should be, of the vote as a metaphor for ignorance"; in 2012, the last gasp of music criticism that has now become commercialized and profit-driven.
I was torpedoed, abandoned, hurt, killed, expelled, eliminated, annihilated, dissolved, in a euthanistic form of the rapid expiration: a pat on the back, "Thanks, but you were too ahead for us!"; a phrase: a sentence.
I'm not ahead musically, I'm just in step, at my own pace! The Holograms? They are a step back, not musically, but historically in the context of music: They play phallic hardcore punk with the homosexuality of a new waver, kiss Robert Smith with slobbery butterfly kisses and raise their right arm to the sky, bald! The left one bent on masturbating or being masturbated.
They also draw close to the latest work of their mainland companions Iceage: dilation and heaviness, a voice like Cave's. No Age, Total Control. All still very beautiful, all still very fresh, in 2012!
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