Ultimately comes off awkwardly dour with their frigid jet black tude and pop-up poetry and whatnot, but a noteworthy electro-mingle whose traits tangle well. The austerity-n-intricacy of straight techno with not just singing but hushed and stone-faced guy/girl singing; staticky scuzz alongside the sparse+sad and a few almost maybe dance grooves; seriously despondent sinkholes and the screeching of nails on a blackboard.
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