My father's radio is blaring in the neighbouring room. I am grateful to be in Canterbury for Christmas and grateful to hear his raduo but the walls are thin and I need a soundtrack of my own while the bath water warms and I prepare for the day, my breakfast and the coming Dienstag.
Fluung by Fluung will more than do. Wanton feebback and scratched slightly earnest melody. My Bloody Valentine meet Crazy Horse in Seattle . And the consequence was. A discordant thrall . And a thoroughly enjoyable one at that !
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