Prodding the Pleasure Center

Sometimes a review speaks to me with a force that makes my ears ring:

In essence, Liars is scorched-blacktop biker music played through the art-rock filter of a band that's spent the last few years steeped in the bleak sounds of German new wave and early industrial.

I've already heard enough of the new Liars record to appreciate the aptness of this description. But even if I hadn't, I'd know enough from this single Jess Harvell sentence to beat a path to the record store as soon as I am able.

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