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i read through pantophobia's copy a few weeks ago...it's fucking horrid.
it's like the guy put the album on his stereo, fucked a thesaurus, and
ejaculated the book.
kills me that a band so influenced by, and champions of, quality literature
have thus far had only one book ("i dreamed of noise") worthy of them,
and even then that was just a collection of quotes and photos. "sonic
life" is kind of a trifle, and "confusion is next" just kinda dry.
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