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dj kali @ burning monday setlist 2008.01.05

foetus :: ramrod

oh, it all started out so well, but there then followed a brief period, where the always helpful katacombes staff had to figure out why the sound wasn't working and why only one cd player seemed to function. there was music playing during that time, but it wasn't really music i intended to play. for a few minutes, this looked like it was going to turn into my shortest dj set ever, but providence prevailed and things continued...

the cramps :: the crusher
devo :: gates of steel
joy division :: digital
death in june :: heaven street
hula :: at the heart
d.a.f. :: sato sato
coil :: heartworms
november novelet :: we fade away
clock dva :: bitstream
severed heads :: mambo fist miasma
danielle dax :: kernow
skinny puppy :: falling
john foxx :: underground
perverse teens :: la divine
dark day :: arp's carpet
killing joke :: war dance
wire :: i am the fly
chrome :: gehenna lion
konstruktivists :: white design ii
tuxedomoon :: no tears
siouxsie & the banshees :: arabian knights
james plotkin :: hung on a line
herz juhning :: i deserve
dick tracy :: chabada
die gesunden :: die gesunden kommen
generentola :: la gata
ait! :: i wanna be your mann
synapscape :: spill
young gods :: si tu gardes
derniere volonte :: ami
novy svet :: en possession de te

Comments

pelao said…
good set!

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i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:



am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

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