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The lyrics are gunshots, categorical imperatives spat out as if they were the tablets of law. We are not allowed to listen to this music while remaining ourselves. Gira forces us to immerse in his world: only this way can we save ourselves.
The lyrics are gunshots, categorical imperatives spat out as if they were the tablets of law.
We are not allowed to listen to this music while remaining ourselves. Gira forces us to immerse in his world: only this way can we save ourselves.
Dive into the brutal world of Swans' Filth and experience the raw power that defined early industrial music.
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