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Cigarettes. Wine glasses stained with lipstick, left half-empty in a dimly lit room. Tears and mascara. Revenge. Suppressed resentment, centuries old. They have been described as "Lydia Lunch meets Mogwai". Yes, that’s fitting: sick and sinister the first, atmospheric and full of emotion the latter.
Cigarettes. Wine glasses stained with lipstick, left half-empty in a dimly lit room. Tears and mascara. Revenge. Suppressed resentment, centuries old.
They have been described as "Lydia Lunch meets Mogwai". Yes, that’s fitting: sick and sinister the first, atmospheric and full of emotion the latter.
Dive into the haunting world of Meanwhile Back In Communist Russia and experience the emotional depth of My Elixir; My Poison today.
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