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Rated 6/10
Anesthetic for the brain, then locked inside with the loonies. Guy on one side of me is humming, the other screaming. And they seem each to know when the other is going to start / stop, jarring me and enjoying their little game. Dial tones and bleating lambs. This album dies with a phone call.