Stuffed with see-saw synths and reverb-heavy percussion, it’s a loping, loopy compliment to the carnivalesque and gorgeously grotesque “Red Sex”. Sparser than its predecessor, it’s a more serious, subdued exploration of rhythmic desire and sensuality. Still incredibly narcotic, there’s a sluggish Novocaine vibe to the glammed-up industrial he’s promised with Punish, Honey. Sleek, chastening and markedly stygian in its siren-like leanings, it’s like a woozy trip to the Second Circle of Hell. Just hope you can find your way back.
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