...emphasizing the desaturated tones of leftfield electronics, drum machines, processed vocals, and less easily identified instrumentation, all of which fuse together into a hypnotic world that one could easily imagine as the soundtrack to the farthest reaches of David Lynch’s Twin Peaks fever dream limbo, the Black Lodge . . .
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