Un endroit sans droits.

Soundcloud is a tropical jungle, it is dense, ever evolving, and sometimes it puts a strain on oneself. One can get lost, without without food for thoughts for days. And then, it’s sunny again.
I follow labels, I follow bands, I am often disappointed, sometimes happy.
Those are my gurus, tribal men. One of them is a dowser, I quench my thirst.

Mines, factories, nuclear plants; it’s in north France and Belgium that music is cutting edge and ghetto-subway-core. The last EP from Pelican Fly is a massacre, in a good way.



It’s all in the kickdrum. Now you know. It goes

dum-dudum-dum-----dum.
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Dum—dum

It may be almost as good as the first one.



On may try to find bruvs, but one can’t see them.