A new obscenity flows on playlists and the dance floor without pants. Our Klemmy Indie-Brillo Linus Volkmann goes on a foray through the brightly enlightened darkroom of the local pop.
Love -lined sheep of the pop community, please do not be surprised if I will sometimes formulate in this column like a blessing -proven parish priest. Because this is supposed to be about the extroverted female body awareness in contemporary pop, which is currently injecting to the charts. But if I would reproduce the freedom of movement (or obscenity) negotiated in it, …
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