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Sheep on Drugs' dance tracks are like a long drive along the L.A. freeways at 4:00 A.M., moving forward at high velocity through spaces skinned of any emotion, leaving a cybernetic, inhuman distance. Your body moves, not through a sensual connection to the music, but as a reflexive, neurological response to its rhythmic strikes and exaggerated synthetic sounds.
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