#forgotten
Well, we’re not exactly in familiar, dark and misty territories. The morbid singing with repeated riffs, a crescendo in the style of Mr. Curtis, has made them darker, mistier, and emotionally sharp enough to make them interesting; every piece drips notes and blood. I wouldn’t know if I’m talking about their deepest wound, but I only know this one, so I’ll make a virtue out of necessity as often happens in pages dripping with figures transformed into emotions. Anyway, let’s get back to us and let me know if there are deeper wounds.
I had the blade marked 1982 and I let it drip for a while; it must mean something since I’m not a vampire.
And Also The Trees - From Under The Hill (1982) Post Punk - UK