SINGLES REVIEWS 6th April 2009
Bell - Magic Tape
Two Syllable Records
Standing in a vacuum. My eyes narrow with worry: softly focus on a girdered ceiling high above, walls scarcely visible. Something cold brushes across my cheekbone. I shiver. An icicle drips water onto metal.
In the distance something bleeps, drops and crashes: something is happening. A flickered projection bounces across the floor: in the moments of light, a girl? An icy whispered promise echoes its own conversation. I'm not needed here. I am here. 4/5
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