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50 tracks of scorching brum -bruuum chugachugas. soon dropping in in a cavernous messe built out of smelted down gold teeth, the event horizon of the soul/year near you.
then u take off ur headphones to realise that a week of late night bashin post n pans sfx shouting vroom vroom into a shotgun mic does ur neighbours nut in
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