There used to be this really great record sale somewhere North of Chicago. Huge tents full of thousands of great finds. I pulled this one out of the dollar bin even though I had only a vague inclination as to what it would sound like. This was well before everyone's grandma had some minimal synth fetish. So I hadn't seen the movie and barring "Me and My rhythm Box" I didn't know what to expect. What I was happy to find is some heavy reliance on the Fairlight. If I ever get to the point where my misanthropy becomes all consuming, I plan on fabricating a water heater, aluminum foil, some pvc piping, and other assortments and living the rest of my life as a robot. This will serve as the perfect soundtrack to that new mode of living. I give myself a few more years before this plan in enacted.
Transmission 816 - Stories From The West Side
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