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"A loping distorted beat, flint struck upon flint prepares the way for a simple piano dirge. Hopeless, pessimistic and caught in a loop of despair. Nihilistic, grim and accomplished in it’s simple cracked message. A distorted guitar joins, suggestive of Caberet Voltaire’s early years genius. Joining the Sheffield of 1980’s industrial decay to post-Soviet wastelands. A trip to the chemicals lagoon with no escape."
(Alan Walker, Landschaft)
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