HTRK / Liars at Festsaal Kreuzberg 10, Nov 2007
“Love, love, love - yeah” , she sang, in a voice so disaffected it felt like an incitement. So bored, already, of a life barely lived. “Fuck, fuck, fuck - yeah,” Existential affect and disingenuous fatigue, a contrivance of youth as hollow as hope and yet strangely danceable.
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