Neon Blud- Whipps
If hardcore dogma is afraid of one thing, it's the power of the enfant terrible. They cringe at not being well recieved, at the fact that people might get disillusioned after a few bad experiences here and there. And I suppose this would be relevant if said enfants gave a shit. Are they trying too hard yet? I'm at a loss of words with Neon Blud. I can flex some arbitrary bitterness that makes me sound like an asshole (look at me) but the facts are on the table: WHIPPS is what it is. All these songs are about transvestites or distant drug habits or the Lindbergh Baby or whatever but their alienation effect is monstrous. Huff this guy up.
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