Finally! A chance to actually post in this thread again. Been far to long a drought of record buying. Still really skint, so no mega splurging, but something at least (both on CD):
Jim O'Rourke - Eureka
Smog - Knock Knock
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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