So it goes, goth and post-punk, genuinely, until the world one day will change (you): there's not a shade of happiness among the titles of the tracklist. Synths, drum machines, percussions, guitars, adolescent male vocals swallowed by reverb, - Miss Bulimia may play the role of an alternative hit-single, while, Mess With the Best, Die in a Nuclear Test is almost danceable, a one way ticket to an 80s dancefloor at the Batcave.
On the other end, the instrumental soundscape of Mother! Oh God, Mother! Blood! Blood! is deadly peaceful. Think a sort of Lycia (you sense VanPortfleet's blueprint in Klam's distorted guitars), less dark, grey coloured (Die Alone).
Pretty Girls Have AIDS - one more light-hearted title - is another win track, regretful longing.
So, again, where did I leave my long black leather jacket of when I was 17 years old?
not yet, probably nobody cares, or nobody cared enough to tell something. Also: nobody reads komakino.
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