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❝ The recipe has been the same for thirty years: ultra-slow, ultra-despairing version of Hardcore, as if Joy Division decided to play “Damaged” thinking they were Black Sabbath...
❝ Love Canal is a pachydermal catharsis of noise and visceral hypnosis, the three feedbacks of the intro sizzle the gonads with immense pleasure.
❝ “Have you ever seen a flower and hated it? Have you ever seen a couple kissing and it made you nauseous? Have you ever wished that the human race never existed, and then realized that you belong to it too?”
❝ The sonic depravity they brought around the States (a mixture between the rhythms of Joy Division, the nihilism of early punk, the hypnotism of the Stooges, and a guitar that seems made of amphetamine), which inspired the youth of that period greatly, is thrown in your face with almost no production filter: a live that feels like a live, basically.
❝ Violent. Disturbed. Hallucinatory. Claustrophobic. Noisy.
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