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Rating: It takes so little, just a bit. Yet there's always something unfathomable that stays there, at the bottom.
Between Bristol and New York, dense melancholies, reverberations. A moth in the night, restless and elegant in its spins. Downtempo Beats & Guitar[Land]scapes. The fleeting lights of cars, smudged blurred washed dragged, turned into music. A false movement. With the minimum, with few repeated noises dizzy loops smoky fragments, capturing a world a city a street a passage a trifle.
The topos of the imagined Soundtrack has worn out, I realize, but here it works perfectly.
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