Right from the offing those insistent rhythms of Plastobeton are a wow, that Suicide-esque repetition digging into your head as the yell-a-delics carve it all up into tidy song portions. Glam-Mort surely is a post-punk beauty, twisting sinews of discontent flowing through synth muscles and urgent vocals – just soak up that grainy energy and fling yourself around like a distraught Dada-meat puppet – delicious stuff, begging for a re-issue.
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