This record pushes me against walls that crumble with every scream, with every angry phrase that Meredith Graves spits out from her jaws.
I won't beat around the bush, the record is short, the record is Hardcore, she is the musical heroine of our days, deliberately lo-fi base, feedback with no restraint but with a deliberately pop structure, New York.
Bucketfuls of sand in the eyes, endless silences again bucketfuls, again silences I'm still not sated, it's no longer the generation of love, it's no longer the generation of pogo, it's no longer the generation of fun, it's no longer the generation of anger, it is the generation of boredom and laziness.
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