It was still Sunday afternoon in Newcastle. The city centre had a pall of eerie calm . There was a football match, an important one, playing at the stadium down the road from me. But frankly, I've had enough of football for reasons I won't bother you with.
I turned on my television set and put on Whistle I'll Come to you, the latest album by Malmo's finest Death & Vanilla. Not much happened for forty five minutes. But it happened xtremely moodily. I think it's called Hauntology if you want a label. I'm happy with excellent, hypnotic, spacy drone. .
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