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dj kali & mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 05.10.11

the second week in a row of the caustic lounge! mr. dna continued with his "two-fer" theme, whereas i went with the time-honoured dj kali tradition of winging it.

if you're in the montreal area, feel free to check out womansland next friday, featuring performances from a variety of local women artists and, yes, a dj kali set to get your toes tapping. following that, i'll also be guest hosting stereophobic once more on october 15th at midnight.

you cannot escape my clammy clutches, people!

dj kali's "i wonder what this would go with" set...

gelatinous citizen :: big sounds for happy cows
din :: stab [scissor mix]
xeno & oaklander :: another
absolute body control :: never seen
front 242 :: rerun time
and one :: die mitte
hula :: big heat
siouxsie & the banshees :: dear prudence
danielle dax :: kernow
death in june :: flieger
novy svet :: siento lo
foetus :: butterfly potion
ordo equitum solis :: de fortuna
o paradis :: luz del presente
zola jesus :: run me out
butthole surfers :: cherub
minimal man :: pull back the bolt
sleep museum :: no regrets
konstruktivits :: white design ii
plecid :: laughing
novy svet :: en possession de te

and mr. dna's second double shot set, featuring every artist twice featuring every artist twice:

the rolling stones :: 2000 light years from home
the rolling stones :: gimme shelter
sebadoh :: vampire
sebadoh :: s.soup
dinosaur jr :: the lung
dinosaur jr :: whatever's cool with me
rem :: radio free europe
rem :: star 69
hüsker dü :: everything falls apart
hüsker dü :: chartered trips
eric's trip :: frame
eric's trip :: december '93
superchunk :: swallow that
superchunk :: keeping track
the jesus lizard :: zachariah
the jesus lizard :: the associate
shellac :: doris
shellac :: il porno star
my bloody valentine (for john d.) :: only shallow
my bloody valentine (for john d.) :: (when you wake) you're still in a dream
the jesus & mary chain :: you trip me up
the jesus & mary chain :: sidewalking
wall of voodoo :: me & my dad
wall of voodoo :: back in flesh
polysics :: i my me mine
polysics :: black out fall out
devo :: time out for fun
devo :: r u experienced?
kraftwerk :: the man-machine (live)
kraftwerk :: the robots (live)
skinny puppy :: human disease (s.k.u.m.m.)
skinny puppy :: shore lined poison
front 242 :: take one
front 242 :: circling overland
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tenacious d :: fuck her gently

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