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There’s a lot to unpick here when dissecting this, the third album from Bunuel, a supergroup of sorts from the malcontent, the ostracised, the damaged, the put upon, the depressed, the outliers, the three percent, the curious, the avant-garde and… Continue Reading →
Not sure what they’re gargling in Ontario these days? From first track until last, the vocals ocellate from screamo, shouted barking to gargled, tar thick growling that sounds like a dying victim of a great white shark attack trying to… Continue Reading →