
A neon-lit bridge between the dancefloor and the bedroom. Half club-ready remixes, half intimate pop sketches from the height of the indie-sleaze era.
April 7, 2009
A shimmering blend of dancefloor euphoria and the quiet, lonely realization that the night is over.
How does Cemetery Lips sound next to the rest of Black Kids's catalogue?
It runs a touch cooler and more held-back than this artist's baseline.
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