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❝ A strategically dark work from whatever angle you view it.
❝ The word that comes to mind as you listen and listen again to this godsend is hypnosis.
❝ Mark Nelson's faint voice is submerged by an intangible barrage of synths, the rhythm is nonexistent: the early Labradford is still a duo lacking pulsating basses.
❝ There are few atmospheric things like the Labraford; their sound is something incredibly diaphanous, a vibration that feeds on stentorian shadows but also on rustic silences before ineffably taking off towards the starry vault.
❝ Yes, if 'Spiderland' spoke of this rebellious man, of his passions, of his flesh, this album speaks of his shadow: so similar to him yet so intangible, so elusive.
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