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Not, let’s be fair, primest ‘Knot material
Ouch! As ever, you can spot a Slipknot single a mile off: they’re the very average ones that feature big, echoing stadium-goth vocals, rather than the sound of a man screaming so loud that his gall bladder evacuates his body through the mouth. Not, let’s be fair, primest ‘Knot material. Oi, Clownface! More songs about serial killers and faeces, at the double!
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