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LA RECENSIONE
Tonight I feel SUPER; SUPERior, SUPERb.
Damned city, I challenge you! I walk your streets and between the legs of your children; Damned city! Poisonous scolopendra with a thousand legs that bites my skin without mercy.
Armed with an insolent and hypertrophic electric bass, I hit the streets; a circular bass forged by Neu! that poorly conceals my pain. Dirty and lashing guitar clangs come out of my eyes, but my alienation overflows with every step, with every chord.
Dark and metropolitan sound, neon lights, and filtered voices slurring curses. Neurotic and cavernous rhythms hammer in my head; garage regurgitations smear my clothes; electronics grunting in the garbage of my thoughts.
Filthy mid-tempo caresses raise the body temperature like Campari diluted in white; I crave drunken, sordid kisses. In the height of neurosis, I reach the outskirts, look to the sky and Vega appears to me; not the star, but Alan. He smiles sardonically and asks if I really suffer or if it's all a charade.
I wander on and on and continue to feel SUPER; passed OVER, SUPERfluous.
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Summary by Bot
The review captures the dark, neurotic atmosphere of Two Lone Swordsmen's 'From the Double Gone Chapel.' It describes the album’s urban soundscape with a blend of electric bass, garage guitar clangs, and electronic rhythms. The mood is intense and alienated, reflecting both pain and a sardonic detachment. Despite the vivid imagery and emotional delivery, the overall rating lands at a moderate 3 out of 5.Tracklist Videos
Two Lone Swordsmen
Two Lone Swordsmen is a British electronic duo formed in 1996 by Andrew Weatherall and Keith Tenniswood after the Sabres of Paradise. Their catalog spans Warp-era techno/IDM to darker, guitar-laced hybrids, notably From the Double Gone Chapel and Wrong Meeting.05 Reviews
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