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| n/a by www.spin.com |
They channel experimental noise, acid-drenched riffs, and live-show spontaneity into a record of brilliantly crafted nuggets of lysergic rock that is easily their most consistent effort to date. |
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| n/a by www.tinymixtapes.com |
These are eight rip-roaring, drag racing anthems mashed together with blood cakes and shards of bone. |
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| n/a by www.splendidezine.com |
Secret Wars is more than a good album. It's an incredible experience, taking you out of your daily life into a mysterious and mind-changing space. |
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| n/a by www.adequacy.net |
Seriously fucked-up and seriously stunning. |
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| n/a by www.stylusmagazine.com |
Secret Wars feels like a keeper, like an album I’ll pull out and play and still love ten years from now. |
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| n/a by www.villagevoice.com |
All in all, expertly wobbling prog metal, constructed out of as few chords as possible. |
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| n/a by www.theonionavclub.com |
Secret Wars clamors like past Oneida albums dating back to 1997, but it also shows a band mellowing out without losing its charge. |
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| n/a by www.dustedmagazine.com |
A schizophrenic mess of maypole folk and motorik drive. |
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| n/a by Pitchfork Media |
Secret Wars is the first step toward the combination of Oneida's monolithic psych-rock and the numbing riff iteration they've spent so long deriving. |
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| n/a by www.logo-magazine.com |
‘Secret Wars’ is an engaging 40 minutes; a haphazard, likely to spontaneously combust at any moment 40 minutes to be sure, but that was the ethic that spawned rock ‘n’ roll in the first place and in these hands there’s plenty of life in it yet. |
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| n/a by www.playlouder.com |
They actually sound like they've elected to live in a cocoon full of aromatic candles, a huge collection of musty records, some drugs, some books, and a collection of mid eighties Peel sessions alphabetically labelled on TDK C90s. |
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| n/a by www.guardian.co.uk |
Secret Wars is a sobering demonstration of what repetition can do in the wrong hands, as the Brooklyn trio funnel the most endurance-testing excesses of Suicide, Can, Sonic Youth and stoner rock into a joyless, oppressive piece of work. |
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