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more like space radio, episode three

finally!! ok, so much for the middle of the month, but this is special, since kinetik kind of cut into my middle-of-may planning time and i was so screwy with my sleep schedule last week that i should not have been trusted around technology of any kind. but here it is! the third episode of "more like space radio"!

this month, i'd say that the overall vibe is a bit post-punk, a bit early electro, a bit... well heck, you can look at the play list below. you're smart people. i know you'll make the right decision about downloading it.

of the items on this month's show, i have to say that i've been giving a lot of time to the pop 1280 album "the horror", which does live up to its name in many ways. i know that the band is on tour and i'm hopeful that means we might see them up here at some point. you know what would be really awesome? having them play here and actually finding out about it more than three hours beforehand.

but i digress... here's the breakdown on this month's show. hope that you enjoy listening to it!

led er est :: madi la lune

show intro

ike yard :: ncr
shockheaded peters :: bars away from life
hula :: walk on stalks of shattered glass [version]
nox :: chatzado
the maniacs :: vietnam [version]
pop 1280 :: bodies in the dunes

announcements

attrition :: the redoubt of light
the residents :: satisfaction
herz juhning :: no happy future
oto :: anyway
ssleeping desiress :: breath control
gar war :: costumes

show extro

anbb :: one

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