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Sounds of my imaginary English youth
It doesn't happen enough, but whenever some gruff jangle from the C86 era crosses my earspace, I'm reminded how much I love the stuff, as though some version of myself might've grown up on it. If you're interested, an updated/expanded version of that comp is available and near-essential. Here's a track from a band whose name I love or hate depending on my mood.
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