Daniel Johns is suddenly buff and it’s repulsive. Did he swap his anti-depressants for roids? Will the next Dissociatives album transcend the only echelon of sonic scrotum they’re yet to conquer, and release some sort of Andrew WK-style album?
There’s a Neon Ballroom Coming Up my Throat
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