Thursday, April 28, 2005
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Edan is like waking up and theres a bed--the size of a small European nation--of turntables out your back window. There they are, just waiting for you. Then, someone spills red paint and Norbert Weiner books all over them and theres swirls of molecular syllables that date back to the 3rd century. You do realize I'm talking about music. This track is fire.
And you thought history was like, so twentieth century.
(courtesy at the friendly folks at fluxblog)
