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dj kali @ burning monday 2009.02.16

sometimes, you are the technical glitch you fear... everything at the bar worked fine, unfortunately, i forgot to bring a quarter inch adapter for my headphones, so i was sort of flying blind, unable to listen to anything on cue before i actually played it... whoever thought a quarter inch could make such a difference?

coil :: careful what you wish for
nocturnal emissions :: don't believe it's over
xeno and oaklander :: blue flower
perverse teens :: la baboute
six finger satellite :: baby's got the rabies
big black :: kerosene
jfk :: oh men
wire :: mannequin
iggy pop :: i am the passenger
the cramps :: human fly
novy svet :: rios del exceso
john foxx :: underpass
holger hiller :: jonny
die form :: analogic
herz juhning :: i deserve
front 242 :: rerun time
the slits :: typical girls
kukl :: the spire
liars :: there's always room on the broom
siouxsie & the banshees :: hong kong garden
joy division :: warsaw
death in june :: heaven street
numb :: eugene
hula :: cold stare
severed heads :: spitoon thud [was fine until the cd just. stopped. dead.]
nina belief :: android emotions
novy svet :: en possession de te

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