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is American band The Fleshpeddler's third, what looks like, self-financed
album. The best of luck to them, but this unbearable mesh of clumsy electronics,
FM rock, what Americans refer to as punk rock, infantile lyrics and kindergarten
rap is more than I can stand. Like if Blink 182 would rent a couple of
cheap synthesizers and jam with Creed and... oh, I can't even think about
it! KRISTOFFER NOHEDEN |
