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Crepuscular activity
Keeping with the strange fusions. It took an odd set of post-punkers to hitch their wagon to samba styles that must've seemed a million miles from their time. But these juxtapositions just remind us how arbitrary any time is and how many different versions could exist. Taking a cue from the cover, I prefer to imagine these streams flowing into a future I may be brave enough to inhabit. Or at least an apartment I might rent. Here are two songs from that world — one coldly wacked-out cover, the other a warm bolus of mechanical sunshine.
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