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• “Stop right there, plebeian. Don't applaud yourself for liking this album. as you're required to like this. Crusty, dreamy, sludgy, headache-inducing, feedback-drenched noise rock. Fantastic line-up of session players only solidifies this as a requirement. Don't even think about it. This is as stonery/sludgy/psychy as it's going to get. Makes bad things smell good.”

  — Nerve Salad · favourite track: Without