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I have never been so uncomfortable, thought the hacker as they strained to match the wires in the fusebox, their head inches from one of the combine’s many potentially lethal harvesting blades. The lookout’s shadow was barely visible against the hangar door. Straining to clip the blue wire into the scanner, they heard a soft call and nearly lost an ear before remembering their uncomfortable position.

I have never been so uncomfortable, thought the hacker as they strained to match the wires in the fusebox, their head inches from one of the combine’s many potentially lethal harvesting blades. The lookout’s shadow was barely visible against the hangar door. Straining to clip the blue wire into the scanner, they heard a soft call and nearly lost an ear before remembering their uncomfortable position.
Panda Bear
SongArtistNotes
Buoys
Panda Bear
A familiar melody
Arrivals Chorus
M. Ward
That Apple Corps feel
Cerdo
Molotov
Like a poorly-tied tamale
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Strange Or Be Forgotten
Temples
Like from a dream
Wonder
Giant Sand
Musings and mumblings
More Than This
Matthew Sweet & Susanna Hoffs
with Susanna Hoffs — originally by Roxy Music
Sidewalk Bop After Suicide
Cass McCombs
The old monopole problem
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Hostile Bridge to Benny’s
Stewart Copeland
Typing rhythm
Money (That's What I Want)
Barrett Strong
A true original
B.L.O.S.S.O.M.
Komeda
via the Powerpuff Girls
Back In Flesh
Wall Of Voodoo
by request!
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Lost Souls
Son Volt
Can't have too much
Anxious
The Housemartins
Undeservedly obscure
Contact High
The Ray Makers
Hypnotic journey
When I Was Young
The Wood Brothers
That bass…
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What's The Rhythm
Mike Krol
Insistent chording
Get Out
The Forty-Fives
Floor it!
Here Come The Girls
Trombone Shorty
Getting horny
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Your Face Before My Eyes
The Dap-Kings
Red hot on their own
History Never Repeats
Split Enz
I tell myself before I go to sleep
Jammed Entrance
Thee Oh Sees
Inside the fuzz tumbler
Blood and Rockets (Movement I, Saga of Jack Parsons, Movement II, Too the Moon)
The Claypool Lennon Delirium
Very heady stuff
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Playtime
Nightmares On Wax
Very very fresh
Oh, The Hillside
Ingeborg Von Agassiz
Loads of wistful
Get Ready
The Harpoonist & The Axe Murderer
Makes you wonder
Middle-Case Keyboards
Sir Millard Mulch
Just take my money
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Touching Me Touching You
Sukia
Let me get the story straight
It Started With A Mixx
Los Campesinos!
A lot starts with a mixx
Beanfields
Penguin Cafe Orchestra
A live version
I Want Some
The Make-Up
Give it to me
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Paper Highways
Ladytron
Rolling through
Rudy
Rostam
Not quite Jamaican
Diamonds
Dub Narcotic Sound System Meets The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion
A natural mix
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Madness
Madness
originally by Prince Buster
On My Knees
Middle Kids
Rushing and stumbling
Watching The Wheels
Chatham County Line
originally by John Lennon
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Put Your Teeth up on the Windowsill
Southern Culture On The Sklds
Keep track of them, though
Oo Solo (6/4)
Moondog
At a deeper level
100 Years
Pavo Pavo
Skillfully edited
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No Land
Buke + Gase
Unsteady wandering
Redeye
Subthunk
Stealth dance jazz
Baby's Ok
Hanni El Khatib
She really is
— • BREAK • —
The River
King Gizzard + the Lizard Wizard
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