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Mixtape 112 :: The Juice

Well into their third decade, G. Love and Special Sauce still sound like they are in no particular hurry to get there.

Well into their third decade, G. Love and Special Sauce still sound like they are in no particular hurry to get there.
G. Love + Special Sauce
SongArtistNotes
The Juice (feat. Marcus King)
G. Love + Special Sauce
Clearly strutting
Chocochip
Money Mark
Your favorite flavor
Kicking Television
Ohmme
I’m working on my abs
Ain't Comin' Home
Pokey Lafarge
No horse required
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Mike Love Not War
Oranger
From Doorway to Norway
Hectified
Jason Falkner
Solofied
Sugar Man
Rodriguez
Back from 1970
Make Some Time
Black Diamond Heavies
More of that swampy stuff
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In The Future
Sparks
Looking forward
Up And Up
Konrad
Off the grid
Tonight
Koop
In five time
Vyoch Tyoch Tyoch
The Barry Sisters
Timeless
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Effluxion
Telekinesis
Fills out nicely
Piano
French Kicks
Oddly gaited
Honey Come Closer
Push Kings
American music
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Self-Made Man
Cable Ties
Some assembly required
Calculator
Micachu + the Shapes
It adds up
If It Had A Body
Gothic Tropic
The posse rides again
MTTT Pt. 1
Antibalas
Mother talker tick tock
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Who'll Pay The Bills?
Field Music
Eenteresting
King Kong
King Kong
It’s in your head now
This Girl Taught Me a Dance
The Strange Boys
Sneering right atcha
Fatherless
Rocket Juice & The Moon
Putting the super in supergroup
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Spiritual Dub
Mad Professor
Dub finale
Lunar Surf Graveyard
The Brian Jonestown Massacre
Space gnarl
Cosmic Slop
Material
Back to the disco
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Sessomatto
Armando Trovajoli
Very provocative
Mona Ki Ngi Xica
Bonga
From Angola
Long Shot
The Pioneers
The seed of a sound
Fantasy Friend Forever
The Asteroids Galaxy Tour
Hyperfrantic!
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RK1
The Terrorist
All the way back
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