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The beginning is a crude coagulation of matter. The breath that chases its own breaking, the truth slammed in the face with almost punK fury. The end is a prose poem that takes your breath away, a sort of fever that would like to burn the cold, but obviously cannot.
The beginning is a crude coagulation of matter. The breath that chases its own breaking, the truth slammed in the face with almost punK fury.
The end is a prose poem that takes your breath away, a sort of fever that would like to burn the cold, but obviously cannot.
Dive into the eerie, poetic soundscape of Novostj/DsorDNE’s 1983-1988 and experience post-punk like never before.
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