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Il Clan Dei Siciliani

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Getting into Darra Adam Khel had not been easy. Getting into Pakistan was relatively straightforward, with the right-colored passports and decoy suitcases full of Western tourist necessities. The ride towards the Khyber Pass had been less so, and the necessary disguises and bribes to get past the checkpoints that turned away foreigners were more of an ordeal than ordinary. The dusty vehicle, neither truck nor passenger car nor jeep but somehow all three, had been recalcitrant for most of the trip, providing constant frequent minor breakdowns, keeping the mechanic perpetually busy. Now they were on a shooting range on the roof of a well-stocked arms shop, surrounded by dozens of identical shops and shooting ranges. As the linguist lifted the replica Berthier carbine to their shoulder, they darkly thought it would be just their luck, after all of this, to be caught in some rooftop crossfire from other purchasers testing their new toys.

Getting into Darra Adam Khel had not been easy.  Getting into Pakistan was relatively straightforward, with the right-colored passports and decoy suitcases full of Western tourist necessities. The ride towards the Khyber Pass had been less so, and the necessary disguises and bribes to get past the checkpoints that turned away foreigners were more of an ordeal than ordinary. The dusty vehicle, neither truck nor passenger car nor jeep but somehow all three, had been recalcitrant for most of the trip, providing constant frequent minor breakdowns, keeping the mechanic perpetually busy. Now they were on a shooting range on the roof of a well-stocked arms shop, surrounded by dozens of identical shops and shooting ranges. As the linguist lifted the replica Berthier carbine to their shoulder, they darkly thought it would be just their luck, after all of this, to be caught in some rooftop crossfire from other purchasers testing their new toys.
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SongArtistNotes
Il Clan Dei Siciliani
Khruangbin
Hot dusty spaghetti
Wanted
Nortec Collective
Tijuana sound machine
Chez les yé-yé (Complete Take)
Serge Gainsbourg
Internationale
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Keeping Dry
Allah-Las
Easy swagger
Surf Song
Sean Henry
Kids are alright
Context
Temples
It’s everything
Un Woman's Paradis
Dimitri From Paris
The swankiest
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I'm Gonna Unmask the Batman
The Barrence Whitfield Soul Savage Arkestra
Make good a threat
Special One
Ultra Vivid Scene
Singing under the covers
Beautiful Country
Bombadil
Sweet mountain music
Ooh Child
Levitation Room
That ‘70s sound
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Your Machine
that dog.
Same ole dog
Feels
Black Marble
More retro sounds
Shamemaker
Ween
What’s with the accent?
Apt. 23B
Laika + The Cosmonauts
Surf Finland
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I've Got Reason
Mikal Cronin
Big sounds
Coin Operated Boy
The Dresden Dolls
Or tokens
Sing! Harpy
The Fall
Sneering from beyond the grave
Stop and Go
The Regrettes
Never gets old
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My Regime
Kelley Stoltz
T.Rexy
Topographe
Corridor
Out of Canadia
You're My Drug
The Dukes Of Stratosphear
It’s the music
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Apple Heart
Fly My Pretties Featuring LA Mitchell
From New Zealand
Bored To Death
Walrus
Who is the walrus?
It's All In Your Head
The Shivas
Imaginary
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Around The World
Daft Punk
For Geoffrey
Part Time Aliens
Club Des Belugas
Quite continental
Eternal Shore
Moon Duo
Space travel in 5/4
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Tailpipe
Snapped Ankles
Truly manic
Midget Submarines
Swell Maps
Porto-Something
Allergic To Myself
Cows
Whoop
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Cadillac
Negativland
What kind of car?
Surfer Calavera
Los Fabulosos Cadillacs
Switch up those tempos
Kreyol
Preservation Hall Jazz Band
Out of Cuba
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Too Seriously
Dyson Stringer Cloher
No fooling
Season Of The Witch
Donovan
Looking out your window
Nothing's All Right
Golden Shoulders
Tragically under appreciated
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Titanium 2 Step (feat. Sal Principato)
Battles
Get busy
Drum Rhythm A (Music For Ballet Exercises)
Koop
Very instructional
Juju & Blue
Mosquitos
Taking long showers … alone
Go Blue Angels Go
Young Fresh Fellows
Louder than jets
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Y Todavia La Quiero
Brooklyn Funk Essentials
Founk out
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