“Scorched techno-punk blurs to smiley-faced synth workout blurs to narcotic psych comedown. Nothing is what it seems, and no one musical element is in total command. Low-pitched synths flower and undulate and evaporate like storm clouds in spring. Drums rustle and tumble as single guitar notes drone in slinky repetition, smeared with cotton-light manipulation. Ben Shemie’s slack voice drifts beneath and above the fray, parched yet mellifluous. The effect works whether Suuns play slow or fast, as with shoegaze, and they are constantly searching for any place to inseam a groove.” Source
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