« We swallow asphalt, we travel open heart, we run closed eyes. An hypnotic rhythm, some textured notes from Arp Odyssey, and a guitar that capsizes. Ashinoa. Ashinoa. Ashinoa. A last cigarette. We hang on the wheel. …
My copy arrived yesterday :)
l'album de tous les superlatifs, frôlant la perfection!
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magnifique 🖤