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The mechanical harvestman towered over the fig grove, its spindly arms tucked underneath as it towered over the fruit trees. The cryptobotanist aimed the infrared reader at the edge of the cultivated land, where the real Bhutan took over, hoping for even a quick glimpse. The landscape gave nothing in return. The operator’s headphones leaked the sound of some Turkish reggae, bounced from a satellite to overcome the foreboding mountains that ringed the valley. They both had patience to spare. The beast they were seeking had only one food source, located right here, and everyone’s gotta eat.

The mechanical harvestman towered over the fig grove, its spindly arms tucked underneath as it towered over the fruit trees. The cryptobotanist aimed the infrared reader at the edge of the cultivated land, where the real Bhutan took over, hoping for even a quick glimpse. The landscape gave nothing in return. The operator’s headphones leaked the sound of some Turkish reggae, bounced from a satellite to overcome the foreboding mountains that ringed the valley. They both had patience to spare. The beast they were seeking had only one food source, located right here, and everyone’s gotta eat.
Frankie and the Witch Fingers
SongArtistNotes
Work
Frankie and the Witch Fingers
Reciprocity
Malibu Love Nest
Luna
Same ole slack
Come Back Again
Ondatrópica
Sparse riddim
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Liberty Belle
Fontaines D.C.
Guitar attack
I Followed The River South To What
Cass McCombs
Rolling drone
Where The Heart Is
Martin Frawley
So very Momus
Convenient Store
The Hi-Balls
Quite the inventory
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Sleeping In
The Postal Service
Gentle alarms
Do It to Music
Juliana Hatfield
Best way to do it
What's That Perfume That You Wear?
Jens Lekman
Scently romantic
Wasted Memory
Mike Krol
Power chording
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I Have The Password To Your Shell Account
Barcelona
I tried your birthday
Derezzed
Daft Punk
TRON!
Ordinary Pleasure
Toro Y Moi
Jacuzzi discotheque
Leave Them Wanting More
Yoni Gordon + the Goods
Rocking out
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Memory Lane
Anemone
It’s very sweet
The Last Time
Chatham County Line
Originally by the Rolling Stones
I Know I'm Alive
Old Time Relijun
Channeling the wildman
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Soul Revival
Westbound Train
The real deal
Soul Makossa
Manu Dibango
Ancient afrodub
I'd Better Not
Mitchell Froom
Striding with a piano
Moderna Muchacha
Joe Loco And His Orchestra
Strippin music
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Qualm of Innocence
The Fresh & Onlys
Understated
Don't Let Me Wait Too Long
Late BP Helium
Originally by George Harrison
Inches And Falling
The Format
The sterling galloppe
Best Of Friends
Palma Violets
Squalling and over-reverberated
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London
Jeff Lang
Impressive slide
Mark Price P.I.
Archers Of Loaf
Presaging Barry Black
Never Enough
Piroshka
Searing guitar work
Selfie Of A Man
Delicate Steve
Electric electric guitar
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Love Hurts
Julian Lage
The hidden melody
Deadzone
Ladytron
Where’s Walken?
Falsa Baiana
Paulinho Moska
Cool down
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Krai Dunavsko
Boom Pam
Masters of tempo
Cocoa
Assagai
Swaying music
Water On Mars
The Nude Party
Journey through space
Chuma Finds A Baby
Charming Turtlenecks
Poolside
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Unfulfilled
Jennyanykind
I’m afflicted
Imagining What To Do
Helado Negro
Melting sounds
Prog Demons
The Astounds
Blasting
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Sarah
Humbert
Big sounds
Gotta Get Into Something
Gary Clark Jr.
Somewhat punky
Ajoen Ajoen
The Royal Fingers
Tickling the wires
Belly
American High
Ain’t you full yet?
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