Salvagepunk, running hard, thumping ahead...
Hahahahaha. Salvagepunk spreads its creaky wings and starts to make a mess in the house of pop criticism: Roger Ebert latches onto our bastard progeny, apparently.
(thanks very much to the handiwork of my favorite cultural terrorist for putting the hint in the gears)
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