Blackness/Rocket, Take Your Turn
The air of drunken, confessional humiliation is spiced with more creeping nastiness than usual...
with hints of terrible events occurring just out of earshot: "We're grown men, we should
be responsible/But the fuck with that, let's make a spectacle".
With flashes of Tindersticks and early New Order, this is the hard stuff alright.
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