“There's a style of music out there sent to condition the listener into thinking that its yawning, eye-gooey sounds were faithfully cobbled together into a patchwork blanket of bedtime in some opium den, rural deep-walnut bedroom, or other plushly closed-up space with those little glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. Often, the bands who sing these self-conscious lullabies are best understood whi”
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