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Supersonics

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The Sasha river was running dry, and the aerialist maneuvered his craft to take advantage of the fact. As they moved swiftly along the crumbling banks, exoskeletal legs easily scrabbling over the terrain in an unearthly three-limbed gait, they encountered sun-baked sections where a trickle fed a series of pools on the cracking river bottom, animals congregated around them in a temporary truce. They hadn’t seen a human since Saturday, a fact that concerned the actuary more than the dry river, and the attempted distraction of some Guatemalan gamelan techno was not working. In its steel box, the package of Peanut Butter Crunch patiently rustled and awaited its delivery.

The Sasha river was running dry, and the aerialist maneuvered his craft to take advantage of the fact. As they moved swiftly along the crumbling banks, exoskeletal legs easily scrabbling over the terrain in an unearthly three-limbed gait, they encountered sun-baked sections where a trickle fed a series of pools on the cracking river bottom, animals congregated around them in a temporary truce. They hadn’t seen a human since Saturday, a fact that concerned the actuary more than the dry river, and the attempted distraction of some Guatemalan gamelan techno was not working. In its steel box, the package of Peanut Butter Crunch patiently rustled and awaited its delivery.
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SongArtistNotes
Supersonics
Caravan Palace
Perks you up
Radio Apeshot
Brainiac
Waiting for the movie to stream…
Pictures Of Matchstick Men
Camper Van Beethoven
Originally by Status Quo
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Don't Know Any
Le Big Zero
Spastic pop symphony
The More You Say You Know
Blue Skies for Black Hearts
Straight outta Portland
Endless Pain / Endless Joy
Ra Ra Riot
Heavy artillery
Cake for Pronoun
Coyle & Sharpe
My cohorts at work and I will consume it
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Crown
Jay Som
Slipping into Lush
John Hardy Was a Desperate Little Man
Petra Haden and Bill Frisell
A real trifecta
Towers Of London
XTC
True punk roots
I’m Nothing (feat. Stefan Janoski)
Violent Femmes
True nihilism
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The Thing Is
Foxygen
Sounding quite Bossy
Malibu
Boom Pam
Tuba surf
Ten More Minutes to Live
House of Freaks
Grim thoughts
The Lighthouse Keeper
Alfie
Pastoral tick tock
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Campus Life
The Sure Fire Soul Ensemble
Hott funkk
Summer Blue
Money Mark
Summer cool
Mere Imposters
Solex
Kicking the toy box
Pussy Cat Rocks
Pepe Deluxe
Hissss
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James Bond
Iggy Pop
Slow it down
Rebel Rebel
David Bowie
Hot tramp
Xanadu
Zero Zero
Spiraling through a dream
This Swirling
Frankie Cosmos
Strums
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Your Inarticulate Boyfriend
Jenny Toomey
He can barely form a compound sentence
Ukulele Lady
Petty Booka
Super adorbs
Suddenly Upsidedown
Oranger
Best of 2001
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Sandpaper One Side, Rubber On The Other
The Bobby Tenderloin Universe
The new dark country
Hey Gyp (Dig The Slowness)
The Raconteurs
Originally by Donovan
Back Door
Treat Her Right
Howling at the back door
(I Know) The Trip
Swell
Losing count
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Rated R Crusaders
Ezra Furman
The start and the stop
Buddy Holly
The Moog Cookbook
Intro via Jean-Michel Jarre
April 29th, 1992 (Miami)
Ozomatli
Quite sublime
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Madalena
Gilberto Gil
Brazil classic
Wet Rainbow
Tipsy
Stretching through space
The Kindest Cut
Ultra Vivid Scene
Whispered entreaties
Sunflower
Low
Ancient subtleties
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Turn Me On
The Shivas
Hit that switch
Mort Clinique
Magnetix
Grind and fuzz
Her Eyes Are A Blue Million Miles
Captain Beefheart
From the abstract dimension
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The Ballad Of Paul Yates
The Philistines Jr.
There is a new video!
When You're Next To Me
Mitch & Mickey
Folk genius
New City Rock
Jimmy Nations Combo
The real cool cats
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Electrocuted
Babe Rainbow
Afrobeat to go
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