Not really a groundbreaking Celtic punk record.
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Let’s face it, this wouldn’t be the first time an electronic music artist sold you…
An exercise in instrumental simplicity.
There’s no better time to hear this album.
Every Meshuggah record emerges like something long buried, thrashing its way free.
Helmet never lost touch with whatever angst fueled them back in the day.
These men with the rolled-up sleeves on their white blazers demand and earn your respect.
Melancholy house music for a club where everyone may have already gone home.
Maybe The Orb got a little bored themselves.
There’s a palpable backlash against the perception of hipsterism.