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bought in
maybe the best indie-7inch store on earth - in brighton, back in 1999. i was there for my first english-language-course, in a somewhat wannabe aristocratic upper-class school - mister cope, a complacent francophobe thatcher-admirer, was the host.
apart from trying to improve my poor language skills and getting to know A., i spent a lot of time at
Edge World Records.
pure euphoria.
in japan, people go to oxygen-bars. in airplanes, the emergency-masks are primarily supposed to satisfy a similar need.
give me such a recordstore. or the simple prospect of it - that's all i need.
this 7inch followed
that one in the attempt to get the whole All-City-bunch, a oneofakind semi-obscure micro-label.
International Airport is maybe the most important discovery to me. two years later, i got their lp in london (during another language course-trip, this time in southampton, were i couldn't find any interesting record-store...)
Ali Roberts, the
Appendix Out-mastermind, is on the spot. hypnotic
Broadcast-like music, but with less
Alice in Wonderland-acid and more charm.
listen.
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