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❝ The peak at the start of a career, even in this case, also happens with the Tindersticks, a monumental work, 23 pieces, 23 masterpieces, a rock opera filled with dazzling decadence, Huysmansian at its core, cloaked in romantic ardor, veiled eroticism, and unbearable mystery.
❝ Because Tindersticks' sound is a symphony of elegance, a warm and velvety voice, mature, from an exceptional crooner like Stuart A. Staples.
❝ They are prisoners of their own mannerism; their original sin, all the songs are predictably the same, drained of poetry, all fade away tiredly, due to their structure they could go around another chorus, another verse, but they don’t.
❝ The Tindersticks, or the art of immobility.
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