I can tell you nothing about Llora by Llora. I've just payed it totally in random fashion by clicking on it on this week's new releases. First track Intl. Discoteque sounds mych more like something from the new relases in mid- 1981, surely the height of this doom laden, synth driven stuff.
It continues in this portentious and faintly ridiculous fashion. The likes of Steve Strange who hailed from some backwater in Wales but refused to admit it because they were born to vamp it up in a gothic castle in Bavaria or better still Transylvania.
This is compete nonsense but sometimes the best things are. Life was surely meant for fun. And this record is primarrily fun driven.
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