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We haven't had a CAD Stahl solo since 2014. Which whose then, despite their slight derivitives, in the specificity of their slick digi-crust-materialism and resolution-as-sex, we loved the scanner trash prints: what everyone else was at such pains to display with existential and overwrought, like, expression, Stahl had turned into cheap easy and fast slacker products that got closer to the existential dread of that material-reproduction by embodying all its cheap easy fast sexy disposability. Somehow better than the cold tricks of Guyton/Walker because Stahl's was falsely warm. But that latent sadness present in this ex was sort always so.
