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Rating: They arrived, lost from a tiny dot in Russia, where they used to eat children.
They arrive swiftly, listening to synth pop, their car packed with Vodka as they drive freely on a German highway. The kind where when you look up, you see many lights.
Lights take shape, you confuse them with the firmament. A sad end for imagination.
Anyway, our protagonists race drunkenly on German highways, listening to Indie cassettes in the car, perhaps from Morr Records.
Indie and Commodore 64. They race among neo-modern Desktops, windows closed, smoking altered states of ambient by Stereolab from "Space Age Bachelor Pad Music."
If they ate children in Russia, pretend it never happened, and give this work a try.
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