Almost a year to the day I reviewed Zapruder‘s eponymous LP where I gushed about how much I thoroughly enjoyed all of it’s sun-soaked, whisky stained goodness. It
Read PostNot just one. Not even two. Three! Three brand new microdoses of pissed off, cathartic grinding from mainland Europe. Like an edgy cocktail of swirling football violence and brutalist poetry,
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