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I used to say that "The Fragile" was an album that I was sure was trying to kill me...

but I think David Lynch's album is trying to drag me behind the dumpster, make me eat raw meat, kiss a giant pink hamster and kill a vagrant and then drink fermented yak's milk from it's palm while a naked little person laughs a bit too loudly.

What the blue hell is happening?


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