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Sonic Youth: Sonnet
by
Andy Thomson
An arsenal of axes by the crate
Pedals to increase experimental
To bleed unto the crowd a cityscape
New York City rockers transcendental
In blasts of static sheds and off high pings
Maracas to the toms in structured pace
Drum sticks underneath alternate tunings
Simplistic booming contrasting of bass
Dissonance expressed that shifts the ceiling
Shaping sound by analog disruption
Searching out a raw and urban feeling
Dirty riffs of beautiful corruption
Sweet love ballads sung without the pretty
Screeching, growled, or screaming something gritty
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