There are subgenres I don't spend too much time with, not because I'm not a fan, but because there's just too damn much. I would like nothing more than to spend hours every day just listening and discovering and remembering and contextualizing sounds, but life...life is a motherfucker sometimes. So certain the surfaces of some sonic realms remain only slightly scratched and I settle for "this hits just right for me" and that's enough. MARDOU is kinda like that - the sound is instantly recognizable, but I could never fully pull them apart and separate the dark INTERPOL-esque sounds of "Earth" from the Nuggets swagger of "Dirty Streets" - dark indie by way of garage punk vibes. But then I stop analyzing, because I want to keep listening.
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