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Beards of Uruguay
I trust that on this near-November Wednesday, you're all as keen to groove to some Uruguayan psych-pop as me. These guys may not be Os Mutantes, but they take me to a grainy, blurry Tropicalia wonderland all the same. I bet that 40 year ago, some well-meaning middle class hippies in Uruguay were rocking out to this while hatching idealist impossible schemes, bless 'em.
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