Suicide: Hot Footing Through Edge City
Toby Goldstein, Creem, April 1981
THE ATMOSPHERE at most performances of Suicide is not unlike that which I imagine permeates a power plant in the midst of a nuclear accident. White knuckled and feathery-brained, people think quickly about finding the nearest exit door and heading someplace nonpolluted to detoxify.
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