Mark Leckey: Desktop Hands

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Lil Ugly Mane - Important Announcement Concerning The Release Of The ''LIttle Sunshine'' EP

Dissolvingpath & Eri Fujii - Mino (field recording)

Shinekozei & Eri Fujii - Immanent

Marcos Cabral - 24 Hour Flight

Dream 2 Science - Liquid

Gesloten Cirkel - Twisted Balloon

Bruno Spoerri, Betha Sarasin - AX+BY+CZ+D=0 (Side A) (excerpt)

Madteo - Rugrats Don't Techno For An Answer

Nubian Mindz - Afrika Man

Ossie feat. Tilz - Ignore (Yes I Did)

Juniper - Jovian Planet

Terrence Dixon - The Switch

Gultskra Artikler - In The Middle Of The Sixteenth Century In The South Of England A Group Of Orford Fishermen Caught A Strange Creature. Its Form Reminded Them Of A Man – Completely Bald, But With A Long Dense Beard. They Put It In The Governer's Castle In The Dirtiest And Most Suffocative Dungeon, And Fed It With A Crude Fish, Which It Kneaded In Hands Before Eating. The Women Have Started To Have Strange Dreams, As If The Newcomer Comes To Their Bedrooms At Night, And Looks At Them In The Moonlight With His Empty Eye-Sockets, Filled With Cold, Demonic Laughter. The Next Morning They Found Their Beds Wet, Shrouded In Sea Water And Seaweed, And After A While It Appeared That All Women In The Castle Had Become Pregnant. In The Throes Of Agony, They Gave Birth To Ugly, Scaly Babies. In One Day The Creature Escaped From The People, Back To The Sea, And Nobody Saw The Babies. But Sometimes, When The Ocean Rages, Its Hoarse, Spiteful Breath Is Again Audible In The Dungeon, And The Women Have Those Same Dreams.

Boris Kadin - Všeč si mi Janez Janša

Gultskra Artikler - Intensivnost Otrejenia

Ras G - A4 (from the Free EP)

Ruff Sqwad - Pied Piper

Visionist - Try & Resist





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“Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”



Dylan Thomas: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night