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❝ the sweet melancholy of catatonic Slint.
❝ “slow, ruthless and inexorable”
❝ This album has the flavor of the night, and McMahan seems to immerse himself in it.
❝ not a single note was wasted
❝ a pagan gospel, a hymn stirred by ghosts
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