...playing a lot of Keith's stuff at the moment; the blechs and twinkles and abstractions and machine lisps are soundtracking the last few days at work, bridging to the Summer proper...
... and this, by Sam Prekop (from his album Old Punch Card) is a related vein, slightly more pop and gasping... less inclined to headddddddddown myelin-sheathed God busting (No idea, either) but pretty as hell... more prettiness, I think; I'm done for the moment with the depths...
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