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Big Boss Man

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The engineer looked through the diminishing dawn murk and spotted the specialist’s orange scarf. The sound of the balloon-tired swamp bikes spread through the Estonian bog like hot molasses, obscuring their location but not their presence. Unnoticed in the bike’s twin V mud-wakes, a nearly-vertical black snorkel tube trailed the pair.

The engineer looked through the diminishing dawn murk and spotted the specialist’s orange scarf. The sound of the balloon-tired swamp bikes spread through the Estonian bog like hot molasses, obscuring their location but not their presence. Unnoticed in the bike’s twin V mud-wakes, a nearly-vertical black snorkel tube trailed the pair.
Mercury Rev
SongArtistNotes
Big Boss Man
Mercury Rev + Hope Sandoval
Languid at its best
Chesapeake
Better Oblivion Community Center
Fleeting harmonies
Dirty Creature
Split Enz
The herky rhythm
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Luciano
Steve Gunn
Space and time
Hard Petting
Tipsy
Fun times in orbit
Rock Music
Shlohmo
Ethereal magic
Crabbuckit
k-os
Clap hands
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Satisfaction
Errol Dunkley
Chromatic tension
Mescalero
Cochemea
Through the arid sands
One's Too Many (And A Hundred Ain't Enough)
Nick Lowe
Low jungle rhythms
Conquistador
Guantanamo Baywatch
Ride the surf
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Cactus
Pixies
Savage and essential
You Don't Know How It Feels
Chatham County Line
Nice take
To Heaven And Back
Baby In Vain
Unhinged
The Model
Kraftwerk
It only takes a camera to change her mind
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Ranger
Buke + Gase
Eerie drone
Jack's Tune
Southern Culture On The Skids
Rare instrumental
Weight Off (feat. BADBADNOTGOOD)
Kaytranada
Skipping frames
Dogpile
Swearin'
Fresh and superchunky
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Young Fresh Fellows Theme
Young Fresh Fellows
The original YTTF
It's Epidemic
The Cops
Squealing with terror
Chibidaba, Chibidaba
JK Mandengue
Disco is universal
Rollerkoaster
Railroad Jerk
Maketh me woozy
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Mirror in the Bathroom
The Beat
Rest easy, Ranking Roger
Strawberry Fields Forever
Los Fabulosos Cadillacs
Who would have thought…
The Real Ska
Chris Murray
My favorite Skanadian
Marciano II (Punk Version)
Molotov
Paranoia in any language
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Share a Pillow
Field Music
Strange angles abound
For Survival (feat. Mike Viola)
Vulfpeck
The overwhelming funk
Feels Alright
The Nude Party
Shades of VU
Fool’s Paradise
United Future Organization
UFO boogie
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Easily Charmed By Fools
The Claypool Lennon Delirium
Dang weirdoes
Family
Mother Mother
Brooding
Paper Moon
Erin McKeown
Good reason it’s a standard
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De Algun Instinto Animal
Juana Molina
Argentinian minimalism
Giggle Water
Los Straitjackets
Swagger along
Big Sky Lullaby
Wylie + the Wild West
Yodel break
Nick Cave Dolls
Bongwater
I want one
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Rocksteady
Phyllis Dillon
Self-referential
Lake Monsters
They Might Be Giants
A field guide
Five Parts
Schrasj
Delicate meanderings
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Altered Beast I
King Gizzard + the Lizard Wizard
Aim straight for the wormhole
Idler
Carl Henry Brueggen
Just passing the time
An Empire, A Sit-Com Set
hollAnd
Unstatic drone
Sol Na Cara
Vinicius Cantuaria
Brazilian introspection
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Square Vehicles On Collision Course
Airport 81
The closer
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