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Rating: Between noise and shoegaze, you can get lost in this record.
In the drone, it wallows without ever touching it.
The banality of rock redeemed by noise; kaleidoscopic blood and saucer-like pupils.
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<<And where is "Fayetteville"?>>
<<Everywhere: there are twelve of them; but this one reverberates intensely.>>
Wawa space old school, microdots and crystals on fire.
On the tip of the tongue, it's Lime.
<<When is this?>>
<<Two thousand and ten>>
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<<Sounds old and new.>>
It tells you little while it makes you dazed. But it repeats it so well.
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