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dj kali and mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 05.06.13

sometimes, the sound gods are angry. things got off to a late start last night, because the sound equipment was trapped underneath a theatre group doing improv in the back room until nine. then it got delayed more because something had eaten the main cord up front. then we set up in the back and everything was fine, although you could only hear what we were doing in the back room, whereas we usually find our way into both. 

nevertheless, it was a lot of fun and it was great to see all those of you who came out. and for those of you who didn't... this is what you missed...

mr. dna

primal scream :: burning wheel
blur :: music is my radar
talking heads :: making flippy floppy
david bowie :: boys keep swinging
the cars :: candy-o
crash course in science :: second glance
second layer :: courts of wars
orchestral manoeuvres in the dark :: electricity
celibates :: coming alone
frank alpine :: dark places
skinny puppy :: morpheus laughing
future of the left :: you need satan more than he needs you
god :: on all fours
shellac :: wingwalker
jello biafra w/ nomeansno :: chew
killing joke :: wardance
flipper :: ha ha ha
the jesus lizard :: bloody mary
urge overkill :: god flintstone

dj kali

the vanishing :: lovesick
death in june :: nothing changes
sanity plexus :: squalor
devo :: uncontrollable urge
wire :: blessed state
chrome :: the need [um, not sure about this...]
pop 1280 :: nature boy
sleep museum :: butterfly
clock dva :: velvet realm
nocturnal emissions :: don't believe it's over
clair obscur :: the pilgrim's progress [instrumental]
staccato du mal :: desespero
novy svet :: en possession de te

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