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Oh boy. Definitely in my top 5 records of all time. Again, there probably isn't much out there that sounds like this. So fucking weird, yet still nominated for a Swedish grammy. I have no idea how that happened. It's a odd, acoustic, folk mess. A Clanking, chanting, strumming pile of fun. This mysterious duo's identity still remains unknown. But look at the art and tell me that that alone doesn't make you want to give it a listen. What's that baby doing with the telephone? It's my favorite album art ever. Shame it made it onto the back.
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