by Lex Marburger
Kinda like Black Tape For A Blue Girl meets Coil. But wimpier. No song names, no drums, just guitar, violin, vox & sounds. Pretentious as all hell. You just know this is gonna get into the hands of some post-modern Goth fop who’ll enthuse about the “unearthly beauty” of Culper Ring, but get his head stuffed in the toilet at school anyway. Along with, of course, the agonizingly bad calligraphy renditions of William Blake stuffed into a paperback copy of the Necronomicon.
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