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dj kali & mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 07.12.11

set to the backdrop of a sugary dusting of snow, we took to the wheels of polymer for the last caustic lounge of 2011. i think that the weather and the advent of university exams kept the crowd a little smaller than usual [as in, people could sit down most of the time], but very, very mighty. when we arrived, the staff were playing dsordne, which means that for once, the truly odd and obscure stuff didn't come from me. or at least, it didn't only come from me. i have to say that i took advantage to get more out of the musical box than i have in a while. i'll be better behaved next time. or not. you'll have to join us on january 4, 2012 to find out.

dj kali

ait! :: uno spettaculo adulto
clair obscur :: defini
in gowan ring :: still water bonne
wovenhand :: terre haute
swans :: big strong boss
the germs :: lexicon devil
999 :: homicide [if this had been herman cain's campaign song, he'd still be in the race]
devo :: mogoloid
frank alpine :: through your window
vengeful widows :: hourglass
nejet nok :: t.v.o.d.
die form :: analogic
stigma :: the end
november novelet :: mountains
maska genetik :: melanoma
mortuo similis :: impressions of strange days
spk :: metal field
absolute body control :: figures
hula :: cold stare
legendary pink dots :: casting the runes
death in june :: gorilla tactics
novy svet :: en possession de te

and then, things got a little louder...

mr. dna

dawn of the dead radio spot
::
future of the left :: you need satan more than he needs you
add n to x :: murmur
aphex twin :: come to daddy (pappy mix)
coldcut :: every home a prison
dead kennedys :: stars and stripes of corruption
black flag :: nervous breakdown
misfits :: some kinda hate
descendents :: suburban home
buzzcocks :: ever fall in love
stiff little fingers :: suspect device
swell maps :: another song
t.s.o.l. :: sounds of laughter
u.k. subs :: i couldn't be you
wire :: field day for the sundays
hüsker dü :: everything falls apart
guitar wolf :: summertime blues
halo of flies :: tired and cold
the jesus & mary chain :: upside down
the stooges :: t.v. eye
grinderman :: no pussy blues
butthole surfers :: lady sniff ("i'm a surfer!")
flipper :: ha ha ha
fugazi :: suggestion
pixies :: all over the world
ride :: polar bear
my bloody valentine :: sometimes
sonic youth :: expressway to yr skull
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devo & neil young :: hey hey my my

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