Blog: The Passion of the Weiss

Bleary braille eyes, acrid tobacco tongue, and an apartment a swamp of drained beer bottles-no problem-San Francisco's Sic Alps hit harder than caffeine. Where bubble gum meets barbed wire, channeling that anorexic aperture between harsh daylight and phantom fragments of forgotten conversations. Mike Donovan sneers "she went to seek adoption, just to see wot she had gotten for me, we bombed that mansion, its gonna be the last one, its gonna be the last fling." All tocsins and toxicity. Lo-fi employed as a tool, not just a crutch. Sic Alps' new 73 on Slumberland is teleological in [...]

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