The crowning point of an already benchmarked past...
A lyrical extension of Paul Smith's unfolding personality...
A guilty pleasure to be proud of...
Duke Special on his latest musical manoeuvres...
a deconstructed cacophony of f*cked up primal loops and relentless distortion...
Played with an uncomfortable state of stifled embarrassment...
one hell of an amalgamated comparison
Containing a near unique tactile quality...
Devastatingly hypnotic...
Highly unlikely to appeal to the masses...
Credit must be attributed to Dangerfield’s dexterous pop ambitions...
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