A spontaneous autobiographical disclosure. A free-form slo-mo listening party. A song a day. Yours to enjoy.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Bad drugs
Oh man, how could I have neglected to post this on Halloween! I'm not much of a goth fan, but I do like how Bauhaus sometimes came at it from a darkly psychedelic angle. This one is particularly queasy, with a swirling dubbiness that seems to come straight from a thoroughly gone night of debauchery.
On the lighter side, every time Peter Murphy moans the chorus, all I see is this.
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