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• Thursday, November 20, 2008  12:05 am 

  Trance Trees

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  In it’s original incarnation Give Me Your Love by Barbara Mason is a seductive slab of classic string drenched disco soul that sounds like it’s being sung by a woman who can barely contain herself, reduced to a trembling lustful whisper, and which circles your heart with all the sensual intensity […]

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• Wednesday, November 7, 2007  4:31 am 

  American indie hell yeah! Pt. 1

  And when we say indie we mean real deal indie, not corporate sponsored revivalist shit indie ‘music’ that people who like to jump into bandwagons end up geting laid to because that’s what people do, ah, the humanity!
  I am going to make a few posts with new US bands together with old stuff which sounds […]

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• Thursday, September 20, 2007  3:06 pm 

  Dodgy Bus Brakes R Acid

  It has been a while since we last jacked the house in an old skool way, I saw an abstract configuration of squelchy noises scowling at me from the corner of the street on my way to work today and I took this as last warning from the Roland loa, drop some acid or have […]

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• Sunday, July 29, 2007  3:06 pm 

  A Summer Do of Spunk & Bloods

  We are, like happy otters, almost halfway through feasting on the entrails of this compelling summer of 2007, proof of the incoming apocalypse/reinstatement of the Older Gods over mankind’s thrones and parliaments. Anyway, this Do we are involved with has had a few London clubs coming down to visit and celebrate a sweet alignment of […]

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• Wednesday, February 28, 2007  4:10 pm 

  Asses, Backstage Passes, Glasses

  Classic disco punk - check.
  Ableton set to 130bpm - check.
  Modern beats to put in - check.
  Distorted bass line - check.
  Oh hang on a minute, is this what we really want done to every single record? Are we so drugged up that we refuse to dance to anything else? Is the remote possibility that someones flaccid […]

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