Much like the rest of Cain’s discography, “Perverts” isn’t exactly a casual listen. It’s not meant to be consumed while doing the dishes, walking on the treadmill or going grocery shopping. It’s one of those albums you listen to in a dark room, in silence, maybe curled up in bed. It demands undivided attention, solemnity respect.
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