Bent. Off-kilter. Twisted. But no words can nail Voodoo's odd, dissonance--or its catchy tunes and sinister, cynical view of the world in which every person is a time-clock punching, end of the road loser about to be hammered. This album captures the sick conventionality of modern life--as apropos now as in 1981--and the odd, empty shells that masquerade as living, thinking beings. Every song is great, but I especially like Back In Flesh, Call Box, and Good Times.I still can't understand why this isn't reedited in CD. The file is off my beloved Vinyl.
Here it is.
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I noticed the Mosquito Lp isn't up for sale at his site… More ideas for a future post.
