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more like space radio, episode two

as promised, here is the april edition of more like space radio.

following last week's friday favourites post, i threw a couple of muslimgauze tracks in to see if i can find any kindred spirits who also find it perfect spring music.

as i hinted before [on twitter, where you can follow me too], this month's show has a decidedly funky bent, featuring some of my more groove-oriented music. by groove oriented, you should understand 1. it's still pretty spacey and 2. i'm really, really white. so groove is indeed in the heart, which means that each person's is pretty distinct.

you can download episode 2 here and, as always, if you have feedback, requests for the future or anything you'd like me to know, feel free to leave a comment or email me at info [at] fsquaredmedia [dot] net.

playlist

pelican daughters :: shooting pink elephants

show intro

muslimgauze :: descent with selim ahmad
nin kuji :: sojobo image
techno animal :: sub-species
whitehouse :: wriggle like a fucking eel
muslimgauze :: qazi hussain

announcements

scorn :: stairway
burial :: southern comfort
food for animals :: bubbleguts/ my territory/ my breath
ritualzz :: goth bb

show extro

plecid :: love

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