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“Slow, windy and all distortion-ed out. Tripping on painkillers. That point in the night--you're drunk and you're not processing anything properly. Everything is the sound of the music interacting with the push/pull of your body's gravity and inertia--people are talking at you, touching you. You're indifferent. Their faces blend in with the lighting. All the external stimuli goes in and gets processed as pain-neutral. That's the Raveonettes.”