Drop what you’re doing right now, because you need to be all
over World’s End Press…like
yesterday.
Grimy sneers and dance-floor sleaze never sounded so good. If this were in a movie, “Deadbeat Sweetheart” would be thumping heavily against the walls of the inner office of a slimy nightclub as the greasy owner, played by Ron Jeremy, tries to seduce his newest employee.
Repulsive images aside, this quartet of Aussies, manage to make their brand of electro pop sparkle despite several heavy coats of lurid lecherousness, and I mean that in only the best of ways.
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