all the right moves in the wrong place.
a place for loose ends & thought piles by andres.
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siva.
corwood manual
i might be wrong
sdnmt
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konstanze
meedchen
petula
stephane leonard
lisa von billerbeck
martina hoffmann
vague vision
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dead air space
la blogotheque
brendan dawes
deerhunter
ahoi polloi
meathead perspective
wulffmorgenthaler
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siva.
corwood manual
i might be wrong
sdnmt
//////////////////////////////////////////////////// romy blümel
konstanze
meedchen
petula
stephane leonard
lisa von billerbeck
martina hoffmann
vague vision
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dead air space
la blogotheque
brendan dawes
deerhunter
ahoi polloi
meathead perspective
wulffmorgenthaler
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yvynyl: why the music cassette has never died
Since I started relieving Oxfam of their surplus, I have filled my car with albums by the Supremes, Van Morrison, James Brown and Talk Talk. Surprisingly, the cassette era even extends to relatively recent gems such as Radiohead’s Kid A. Better still, the foetal bass and padded cell production of that album’s highlights — Everything in its Right Place, Morning Bell — is perfectly suited to the warm, cocooned ambience of magnetic tape. (via thepublics)













