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	<title>Comments on: Bat For Lashes &#8211; Daniel</title>
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		<title>By: Renato Pagnani</title>
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		<dc:creator>Renato Pagnani</dc:creator>
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		<description>I didn&#039;t get my blurb in on time, but I love this track. Here&#039;s my blurb anyways, perhaps you guys will enjoy reading it:

I’m not sure whether I should leave Natasha Khan the fuck alone or make tender love to her in the rain. “Daniel” sits somewhere between the dancefloor and the graveyard, the kind of monochromatic fireball that simmers rather than blinds. Eerie, spongy synths sound like they were pulled from another dimension, decorating the track with a morbidity that’s intoxicating. Everything sounds like it was recorded at an arm’s length through a dense fog, Khan’s striking voice filling the empty spaces of the track with a sense of longing that the song’s humid momentum amplifies. “Daniel” isn’t melodramatic; it’s epic.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I didn&#8217;t get my blurb in on time, but I love this track. Here&#8217;s my blurb anyways, perhaps you guys will enjoy reading it:</p>
<p>I’m not sure whether I should leave Natasha Khan the fuck alone or make tender love to her in the rain. “Daniel” sits somewhere between the dancefloor and the graveyard, the kind of monochromatic fireball that simmers rather than blinds. Eerie, spongy synths sound like they were pulled from another dimension, decorating the track with a morbidity that’s intoxicating. Everything sounds like it was recorded at an arm’s length through a dense fog, Khan’s striking voice filling the empty spaces of the track with a sense of longing that the song’s humid momentum amplifies. “Daniel” isn’t melodramatic; it’s epic.<br />
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