Any album that begins with musing on Les Chantes de Maldoror the fabled prose poem by The Compte De Lautreamont must have something for me. I love that pretentious nonsense.
New York's Wild Arrows Loving The Void, is not a particularly easy album to listen to. It's one of those claustrophobic, arty Post Punk albums that was in vogue in the early Eighties.
To be admired for its ambition but I won't go back to it. I was struggling for air by the fourth track. Fans of This Heat, Pop Group and 23 Skidoo might find more succour here than I did.
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