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Every Thursday, the Paste staff and contributors will choose their five favorite songs of the week, awarding one entry a \u201cSong of the Week\u201d designation. Check out last week\u2019s roundup here<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cCursive\u201d begins with a wait, as this steady, hypnotic pulse percusses like the foreword to a beat drop. Then: a pause. Alex Macdougall\u2019s hand drumming clatters into Valentine Caulfield, who uses the French language as an instrument of static. The song\u2019s itchy rhythms bleed into Simon Catling\u2019s synthesizers, which grow abrasive, violent like knives breaking through muscle. Short breaths hang onto the melody until Scott Fair\u2019s guitar blasts skronk and suffer like screams beneath a cauterized wound. \u201cI dance while waiting for the world to disappear, and my dreams refuse to be held on a leash,\u201d Caulfield rattles. Her bandmates respond by turning her sideways. Mandy, Indiana<\/a> traffic in the unease of bang. \u201cCursive\u201d is ecstatic art cloaked in disharmonic madness and textural heresy. Four diabolical Mancs arrive speaking in tongues and then cut them all out. This is dance music that splinters and squirms and suffocates. \u2014Matt Mitchell<\/em><\/p>\nSong of the Week: Mandy, Indiana \u2014 \u201cCursive\u201d<\/h2>\n