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I think you could pull the other four sentences from this article too: "The butterscotch lamps along the walls of the tight city square bled upward into the co

I think you could pull the other four sentences from this article too: "The butterscotch lamps along the walls of the tight city square bled upward into the cobalt sky, which seemed as strikingly artificial and perfect as a wizard's cap." "Kid A sounds like a clouded brain trying to recall an alien abduction." "It's cacophonous yet tranquil, experimental yet familiar, foreign yet womb-like, spacious yet visceral, textured yet vaporous, awakening yet dreamlike, infinite yet 48 minutes." "A lazy disco light spilled artificial constellations inside the aluminum cove of the makeshift stage."

JonnieCache 11y ago
It makes the vice record reviews seem positively lucid, doesn't it? Picked at random from a google search for "vice music review": Holy shit, dude. Sometimes you just want to punch God in the face. Every time these fucking krauts spew out another aural queef nugget I try to give it a chance, but the second I hear the singer’s thin monotone melodies backed up by lifeless, pointless beats, I remember how few shits anyone would give if these dickweeds were from Chicago. Yeah, yeah, Neon Golden. Sure. I’d sooner give Udo Kier a standing 69 under the Brandenburg Gate than hear this album again. Actually, that sounds fucking awesome, that guy’s a babe.