'Vitriola' Stands Among Cursive's Most ambitious work
Sprawling, philosophical, and politically charged, Cursive's Vitriola is a flawed yet compelling opus by one of contemporary post-punk's most vital voices.
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Sprawling, philosophical, and politically charged, Cursive's Vitriola is a flawed yet compelling opus by one of contemporary post-punk's most vital voices.
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