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dj kali @ burning monday 2009.07.20

since life is getting a little hectic for me at the moment, i'll be taking a hiatus from dj'ing. here's the playlist from my last hurrah (for the moment). many thanks to everyone who came out. this was pretty fun to do.

hilt :: birdwatcher
scorn :: automata
young gods :: si tu gardes
numb :: revenant
bardoseneticcube :: unititled
death in june :: to drown a rose [r]
cabaret voltaire :: yashar
generentola :: la gata
holger hiller :: jonny
p.i.l. :: careering [r]
devo :: freedom of choice
1000 homo djs :: apathy
the birthday party :: release the bats
eyeless in gaza :: voice from the tracks
human league :: the path of least resistance
xeno and oaklander :: blue flowers
martial canterel :: arctic invention
herz juhning :: i deserve
byetone :: plastic star
die form :: analogic
gary numan :: down in the park
coil :: ostia [r]
sol invictus :: looking for europe
siouxsie & the banshees :: arabian knights
the cure :: strange day
joy division :: dead souls
iggy pop :: the passenger
velvet underground :: heroin
john cale :: she never took no for an answer
novy svet :: en possession de te

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