February 20, 2013 Marina Galperina

Hey, Dinos. Didn’t you promise the sounds of “a naked mole-rat plucked untimely from its snuggly basement-burrow, on its back, all squirmy, exposed to the sun’s dissecting rays” with “the industrial pulse of T/G, wilful experimentation of Stockhausen and impish playfulness of Squarepusher, but sounds like none of them.” It sounds like none of them. […]

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