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Imagine a ballad... in a sort of hallucinatory factory-laboratory, with a hammer beating a monotonous and elementary rhythm and a sinister vortex of sound puffing like a toxic and nasty gust of wind. The sensation is that of dancing on the ruins. And also of fierce and desperate irony...
Imagine a ballad... in a sort of hallucinatory factory-laboratory, with a hammer beating a monotonous and elementary rhythm and a sinister vortex of sound puffing like a toxic and nasty gust of wind.
The sensation is that of dancing on the ruins. And also of fierce and desperate irony...
Dive into Rema Rema’s dark post-punk world and experience the haunting power of Wheel in the Roses today!
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