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Gnod get heads spinning too – though in their case the effect is more akin to being struck repeatedly with a rusty shovel. Incendiary throughout, their set carries one of the most forceful openers my ears have faced in the 15-minute Donovan’s Daughters. Setting out as an ominous, menacing dirge, its gradual hitches in heaviness prove little preparation for a climax of truly nuclear proportions; a blistering eruption whose aural impact is nothing short of barbaric...
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