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Discs: SKINDIVE

Rating: N


The hype machine is at full throttle for Skindive. Why, however, is the real question. Stealing the Garbage blueprint whole, Skindive posit three dweebs who, allegedly unable to find anyone at home, hired a foreign chick singer — in this case three Irish players and a Yank vocalist — to wail over heavily processed electro-rock angst. Alas, the theft stopped with the concept — Skindive’s overwrought songs are laughably lame.

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