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"The Truth About the Valdemar Case". Strange associations of ideas. The earliest Cranes locked up for a week in a sepulchral chapel as a rehearsal room, without food and without songs.
Oppressive, dark, catatonic, a perpetual state of trance amidst dismembered electric guitars, ghostly synths, and palpable unease.
Listening at night to the scratched vinyl of "Closer", spun backwards in an old mortuary room. Strange associations of ideas. Total empathy with a still warm corpse.
They lead nowhere, they are nothing, indecipherable, impenetrable. They drag on without motivation, by force of inertia among echoes, reverberations, random harmonies, and the ghost of a female voice. They don't aim to achieve anything, only to envelop us with a shroud and leave us wondering why?
"Hide Before Dinner", perhaps the most accomplished piece, an elementary chant that through strange associations of ideas reminds me of a cross between Death in June, a vial of Valium, and Morricone.
Mysteriously, by force of strange associations of ideas, it all works. Witnessing a violent scene, you want to look away but are morbidly hypnotized, you keep watching and ask yourself why?
A mesmeric fluid takes us with a cold hand and leads us without boredom to the conclusion of their very personal celebration of nothingness.
This is pop
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