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Unreal punch and power, Labelle stripping out the Toussaint tempo, leaving New Orleans behind and pushing into hard big-city funk.
I live in a reality where TV on the Radio is canonically seen as the rightful heirs of NIN and Bauhaus. The camera panning to the crowd at 2:00 made me gasp.
I played this song 800–900 times today—smooth, waxy cumbia that feels like it's being cranked out of a crayon factory.