When we were sent, and subsequently hosted, a mixtape by French neo-kraut kid Turzi there was a whole host of greatness slyly warped into one another. Greatness like Nico free-falling backwards through dark mind tunnels, Ash Ra Tempel unfolding vast crystal structures in amber-colored glass caves under the forests and Ennio Morricone’s sounds of monocrome…

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