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Roll the tape for: layer upon layer of rhythms and melody; Eskimo glockenspiels; cut from scratch chemistry sneaky peeking through a shadowy keyhole; V sharp symphonies versus less esoteric urgency; sushi audio samples; bass-time continuum tramples through hot enough ensembles see Chequered Research and cooling off rumbles hear Dying In A Fragrant Home and Far Too Highly Strung together with a big cherubic thumbs up.
Iron Out San Francisco will leave you rooting around in the wrought iron daisies growing under your feet. It might well affect you profoundly, why thank you it surely smells sweet.
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