(Florida’s Dying) This band is as strange
as anything from the demented state of Florida (and my experiences in America’s
penis have never been less than dramatically decadent, abusive, and confusing).
CCCP are most impressive because their singular sound (can’t really think of
who to compare them too with any accuracy) seems to take arty elements (time
signature shenanigans, chanting, ancient texts lyrically referenced, post-psyche
experimentation) and make them sound lowbrow and regular instead of asshole-ish
and elitist. I’ve been listening to this record for two or three hours and I’m
as high as a fucking satellite just off the audio buzz.
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