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dj kali @ unsound 2009.07.11

this turned out to be kind of a kali marathon (not used to doing more than a couple of hours in one go), but a lot of fun...

ramleh :: say fuck
god :: on all fours
ice :: skyscraper
implog :: holland tunnel drive
suicide :: ghost rider
dive :: infected
subliminal :: so young with me
spk :: despair
steelhook prostheses :: metacaral removal procedure
cazzo dio :: il tempo della locusta
irm :: inside the skull of a mannequin

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novy scet :: un souvenir di kashmir
muslimgauze :: mint tea with gadaffi
coil :: where are you? [r]
ait! :: donna

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maska genetik :: haut
unidad sasao :: aba kak odin

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sutcliffe jugend :: dirty
haus arafna :: paranoia
whitehouse :: killing hurt give you the solution

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swans :: time is money bastard
foetus :: ramrod
test department :: compulsion
chrome :: future ghosts
wire :: mannequin
killing joke :: follow the leaders [r]
jesus lizard :: blockbuster
devo :: mongoloid
perverse teens :: la baboute
cabaret voltaire :: nag nag nag
sleep museum :: porcelain
severed heads :: spitoon thud
amor fati :: listen, little man
screamin' jay hawkins :: i put a spell on you
annie anxiety :: turkey girl
haus arafna :: satanas and friends

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