Archive for the 'ghosts' Category

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• Wednesday, January 14, 2009  12:05 am 

  Sleep To Dream Of Waking

  Not too many moons into the near future the good people at Absolutely Kosher will be releasing Revenge, The Rollercoaster Project’s debut album which has seriously knocked us all for sixxx. A positively awesome mindmelt of crystal chamber compositions, bleeding wire computer balladry, and shards of black metal noise filtered through the mind of [...]

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• Tuesday, March 4, 2008  12:59 am 

  Ice Tempos

  In an icy cave in the deepest forests of Canada (forests where the leaves have all long gone, but are instead replaced with dangling icicles that chime to an incessant beat), there lives a creature with bright yellow spherical eyes and pale blue skin, wrapped up all snug in a pea-green parka jacket. He sips [...]

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• Thursday, February 28, 2008  12:12 am 

  Lines Disappearing to the Centre of A Circle

  Praise to Lovefingers, the vast all-encompassing knowledgeable ones, who float through cyberspace like a giant orb of malevolently humming eyes, searching for the best disco and cosmic decadence ever committed to humble vinyl. Then, sometimes they edit them to achieve maximum enlightenment:
  Nitedog – Mars (Nitedog’s Lunar launch)
  It’s Nitedog, not Lovefingers! Yeah I know, but they [...]

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• Tuesday, February 19, 2008  12:50 am 

  From Beyond

  20jazzfunkgreats Towers
  Crow’s Nest Hill No.13
  Arkham, MA.
  Dear friend,
  Receive heartfelt apologies for my sluggishness in replying to your last communication, my comrades and me have been rather busy: Estuardo had to visit the lands of Wales to finish some business with the Little People who dwell in recondite summits, while Stevonius has been duly engaged moving to [...]

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• Monday, January 28, 2008  8:33 am 

  Remote, Unfriended, Melancholy, Slow

  A ghost has been haunting DJ Rick’s radio show, bewitching us with otherwordly melodies we might have dreamed of if we had dreamt of an abandoned farm in the midst of the ochre prairie in whose entrance the old porch swing creaks, ever so subtly in the absolute absence of wind or weight, silver [...]

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