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A couple years into the new millennium and the emo scene that once had enough space for a band as brazen in their fusion of slowcore, jazz, and post-hardcore as Boston's Karate would barely be reflected in a cookie-cutter style commercialized by major lab
From the artist formerly known as Lingua Ignota comes easily one of the scariest records I've ever heard. Imagine the O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack if that film was a slow burn misandrist slasher. Perfect.
The two biggest constants throughout Xiu Xiu's catalog are honesty and evolution. This remains true with Dear God, I Hate Myself as it delivers a look at responsibility, fear, healing, and societal roles wrapped in rich gothic pop music.