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You can’t pass by "Fake Train" with indifference because you feel that it pulses, that it’s alive. Not a note, not a whiff of air imprinted on the tape that creates this album is out of place. Everything seems to have the gift of meaning.
You can’t pass by "Fake Train" with indifference because you feel that it pulses, that it’s alive.
Not a note, not a whiff of air imprinted on the tape that creates this album is out of place. Everything seems to have the gift of meaning.
Dive into the raw intensity of Unwound's Fake Train—listen now and feel the pulse of a 90s underground masterpiece.
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