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Rating: Electric shards launched from the explosion of a strobe ball embed themselves directly into your cerebral cortex.
Fire! Digital world, ever-changing landscapes. A stylized electronic Travolta on speed in a Trainspotting video game.
Labyrinth of electro mirrors, post-punk, electro wave, EBM, swirling in a vortex of excitement, where you crash into ever-evolving rhythms.
Choked bursts of tacky riffs, pulsating post-punk bass successors, bored voice.
Applause from the audience, quick channel surfing with colorful neurons raining down after a good shot of adrenaline.
Everything is colorful, unpredictable, to be lived.
Punk, resign yourselves, my dear sirs.
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