Feb 19 2009
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because huw from quench magazine doesn’t have a fucking clue what he is talking about. that is of course, if you can describe a flippant disregard to one of the most influential electronic albums of all time, clumsily attached to superfluous rambling faggotry that implies a thinly-veiled superiority complex, as fucking talking. let alone worthy of being in print. go home, huw; you be trippin’ on yer own balls.
homework = e-norm-é. and this cover is great.
