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Industrial post-rock experiments are not what you would normally associate with Madison, Wisconsin, but maybe it’s fitting that Zola Jesus, with her new full-length, is so far removed from anything resembling a scene. Her songs, with their howled, barked vocals, sound like far-away SOS transmissions fired across CB radios down spooky, unlit highways. Strangely familiar, yet wholly original, Sacred Bones scores again.
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