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what's the racket?

one of the nice things about having a lot of music on my computer is not merely that i can listen to whatever strikes my fancy, but that i let things play randomly until something does strike my fancy. [ahem. in the interests of honesty, i originally typed that last bit as "until something does strike my family". and that's why i should be medicated, folks.]

so i thought i'd share a few of the "hits" that have tickled my eardrums in the last 24 hours.

drahomira song orchestra :: triplets with a green jacket [really not sure what happened to this project, but the album "strange baltic laboratory" is a quirky masterpiece]

this isn't the track i was listening to, but it was all i found on youtube



edip akbayram :: degmen benim gamli yash gonlume [psychedlic turkish music! rawr!]



greyhound :: quantum mechanic love [every time i decide that i truly never need to hear another rhythm & noise track from hands productions, i hear something that thumps and crashes in a way that just moves my heart. i should probably keep a defibrillator on hand.]



ramleh :: prossneck [music should hurt]

again, different track. it's mind-flaying power electronics from 1983. conduct yourself accordingly.



reptilicus :: bell-Í-head [i'll content myself with listening to their older material until their new 7" on yatra arts is released]

here's something else from the same album. [called "o", which is, coincidentally, also the name of one of my favourite mac lipsticks, the one i'm wearing for most of conversion. and the track, coincidentally, has the same name as my university roommate. spooky...]



chrome :: t.v. as eyes [some day, i'm going to write a short story based on the thoughts that this song title puts in my head. and it will freak the hell out of you.]



novy svet :: passed out [i miss these guys]

really, it's more appropriate that i post this than the track i was listening to, since i close every dj set with it.

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