Buzzcocks (a great band I love) were making Boys Don't Cry and Jumping Someone Else's Train. The minimalism of 10:15 is stranger and more extreme than that. So many things going on there, the repetitiveness vs the shifts between different sections, the atmospheric wallowing vs self-mockery. Where's anything like a proper chorus?
Sometimes familiarity clouds just how original a piece of art is, and for me this is one of those cases.
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