Last ditch for Raccoo-oo-oon and it's all bummer rock and semi-catastrophe, shooting weird torch swords of fog through their weird idiosyncractic primitivist futurism. Some of these untitled tracks get pretty flippin' dark but elsewhere it's muffled technicolour, letting loose in rather gnarly fashion in several places, chugging wild guitars over phantom eulogies, matching organs with rubble guitars and distant analog drum machines against plastic jewel percussion. Pretty immense, this swan song.
[Raccoo-oo-oon/Night People Website]
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