Album Rating: 3.0
Yeah they played with chk chk chk so probably them :^)
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Album Rating: 2.5
mosquito is garbo, don't think I'll sit thru all of this but then again some of you guys said the closer is kinda cool (?)
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Album Rating: 3.0
johnny should check this to sate his underlying loud-queer-noise-rock appetite:
https://www.sputnikmusic.com/soundoff.php?albumid=450425
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Album Rating: 3.0
That one is good too
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Album Rating: 1.5 | Sound Off
"someone on aoty called this daughters x lcd soundsystem, presumably the same person who named potato salad"
lmfao
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Album Rating: 4.5 | Sound Off
James Murphy should lead Daughters agreed
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Album Rating: 2.8
gold star for tec lfg
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Album Rating: 3.5
listening to this again johnny i usually see u eye to eye on this matter
but ur wrong soz
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Album Rating: 2.8
dammit isaac woodomone
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Album Rating: 3.0
I feel like there are some cool ideas here that just aren't expanded properly, idk
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Album Rating: 4.0
album rocks. have a little fun boys. have a delta 9 gummy as a treat
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Album Rating: 3.3 | Sound Off
listening rn, feel kinda bored tbh
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Album Rating: 3.3 | Sound Off
"Amaranth" is kinda cool
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Album Rating: 3.3 | Sound Off
k second listen is better, im tapping my foot!
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Album Rating: 2.5
Correct rating Johnny. This is wildly overrated
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Album Rating: 4.5 | Sound Off
"overrated"
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Album Rating: 1.5
Bruh what is this lmao
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Album Rating: 4.0
Great review, you make a solid case and I toadally get where you're coming from, this is definitely one of those records that's just clicking heavy with people anyways
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Album Rating: 3.5
When did you start your tricks
Monsieur?
What do you stand on such high legs for?
Why this length of shredded shank
You exaltation?
Is it so that you shall lift your centre of gravity upwards
And weigh no more than air as you alight upon me,
Stand upon me weightless, you phantom?
I heard a woman call you the Winged Victory
In sluggish Venice.
You turn your head towards your tail, and smile.
How can you put so much devilry
Into that translucent phantom shred
Of a frail corpus?
Queer, with your thin wings and your streaming legs
How you sail like a heron, or a dull clot of air,
A nothingness.
Yet what an aura surrounds you;
Your evil little aura, prowling, and casting a numbness on my mind.
That is your trick, your bit of filthy magic:
Invisibility, and the anæsthetic power
To deaden my attention in your direction.
But I know your game now, streaky sorcerer.
Queer, how you stalk and prowl the air
In circles and evasions, enveloping me,
Ghoul on wings
Winged Victory.
Settle, and stand on long thin shanks
Eyeing me sideways, and cunningly conscious that I am aware,
You speck.
I hate the way you lurch off sideways into air
Having read my thoughts against you.
Come then, let us play at unawares,
And see who wins in this sly game of bluff.
Man or mosquito.
You don't know that I exist, and I don't know that you exist.
Now then!
It is your trump
It is your hateful little trump
You pointed fiend,
Which shakes my sudden blood to hatred of you:
It is your small, high, hateful bugle in my ear.
Why do you do it?
Surely it is bad policy.
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Album Rating: 2.5
I ain't reading all that
I'm happy for u tho
Or sorry that happened
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