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Carnage Bargain

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Would the tour of palaces never end? Having visited several monarchical residences, the cobbler had become habitually underwhelmed with the perpetual ostentation. Taking a seat at a padded bench to admire the mosaics of Dar al-Makhzen, the topologist hummed a Balkan square-dancing melody. The ancient Land Cruiser that had brought them here, well-cared for and highly-modified, sat in a modern parking lot that clashed with the surrounding Moroccan geometry. They pretended to take some selfies while monitoring the 360° camera feed coming from the vehicle.

Would the tour of palaces never end? Having visited several monarchical residences, the cobbler had become habitually underwhelmed with the perpetual ostentation. Taking a seat at a padded bench to admire the mosaics of Dar al-Makhzen, the topologist hummed a Balkan square-dancing melody. The ancient Land Cruiser that had brought them here, well-cared for and highly-modified, sat in a modern parking lot that clashed with the surrounding Moroccan geometry. They pretended to take some selfies while monitoring the 360° camera feed coming from the vehicle.
The Paranoyds
SongArtistNotes
Carnage Bargain
The Paranoyds
Don’t get in their way
Ain't No Good
Cake
Nice and thick
Better Than Stoned
Twin Peaks
Like the Sugar Oaks
Stray
Fetchin’ Bones
Hope Nicholls is something else
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Something New
Babe Rainbow
Hot jacuzzi
KURT KOBAIN
Velvet Negroni
Wait, who’s Charley?
Let Me Know
Locksley
Power power pop
What Can You Do But Rock 'n' Roll
Ezra Furman
Stay angry
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D.R.I.N.K.
Asylum Street Spankers
Originally by the Jazz Butcher
Chocolate Milk Honeymoon
Hasil Adkins
The original wildman
Three Shades of Lonely (feat. Luther Dickinson)
Smooth Hound Smith
Very greasy
Hell
Squirrel Nut Zippers
Double old time
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Pupilxs
Guaxe
Braziledelia
Sweet Saturn Mine
The Moonlandingz
Off to space
Cult Of Moloch
Moon Duo
Hypnosis
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Who Could You Be
HalfNoise
The new dance
Get In The Bushes
Let's Crash
We’ll have a good time
Lady Waters and the Hooded One
Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians
Legendary
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About You (feat. Charles X)
Caravan Palace
True swagger
Everyday I Die a Little
Money Mark
On the money
Sweet 'n Sour
Hissanol
Frantic mail order
Ronin
Sturgill Simpson
Anime style
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Moonstone
Cones
Autumnal sounds
Dead Wrong, Clearly Treading
Le Big Zero
Drive fast, eyes closed
Land Of Hope And Glory
Madness
We have some new recruits
Lei Toi
Mitsoura
Konnakol tekno
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In The Combines
The Bobby Tenderloin Universe
Gets hot in there
Vanessa From Queens
Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks
The time of your life
Sports & Wine
Ben Folds Five
Good combos
The Take
Woods
Rolling
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Coma
Counterfeit Madison
A force of nature
Carpetbaggers
The Harlem Shakes
Catchy
Up From The South
The Budos Band
Like a hot churro
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Mercury Blues
Greezy Wheels
Fast and louche
The Famous Polka
They Might Be Giants
As many years I’ve lived in this city
Assassination Polka
Zzzz
Happy fun assassination polka
Sacred Darling
Gogol Bordello
Hutz it out
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Hollywood Babylon
The Misfits
So very noir
Chump
Igmo
Dang
Repulsion
The Negro Problem
Stew is criminally unknown
Train of Pain
Barry Black
A long cruel train
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Halfsharkalligatorhalfman
Dr. Octagon
Bathtime
Sleepless Sade
Hanuman Care Kit
Candid appraisal
Knock Knock
Dr. Frank
Who’s there?
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Marquee Moon
Television
Punk minimalism
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