My review of the new records by Efterklang, Shearwater, and These New Puritans is up at outsideleft. I'll leave it to the further curious to see whose music I describe thus: They come on like Valkyrie with the word beauty smeared across their bare breasts in blood, slowly appearing at the horizon then suddenly you are in a storm of flesh and feathers and shrieks and your feet have left a ground that you can no longer see.
Outside of that, it's been all Stockhausen all afternoon. The above slug crawled out of my brain.
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