Repeated listenings reveal new fissures, fresh layers emerge as we scrape away at the glacial enormity of this techno scree-face. . Dissonant undercurrents coerce a riptide of shattered beats as Duran Duran Duran speeds into sight and docks directly into your neurological pathways. At its climax it literally screeches under the weight of its intensity, flinging its subjects into a feral transcendence. Forgotten Idols lie smashed and scattered across the floor. Tracks swarm into your mind, effortlessly dismantling the techno mainframe.
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