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There's been buckets of ink already spilled about 1980's Stone Age cassette culture and spinner dial broadcasting to warrant a Penguin size tome, and may much more pour forth. For now, here are my digital contributions. Caveatz tho’~~~~Air check playbacks of my 18-22 year old self are characterized by a superficially outsized air personality, elitist nods to the imagined cognoscenti and strained analysis accompanied by lame one-liners. I sound like an ESPN announcer (more so on WMUA than WPRB or WMFU)~~~~But even though there’s nothing as immediate and tasteful as the meat sliced by the original Pat Benatar band, the selections were choice then and remain so now, yes?~~~ No?~~~ Love is a battlefield!~~~~~All shows at 320 kbps, chopped into proper MP3s with lovingly detailed labeling~~~~Download Qs: leftofleftofthdial@gmail.com

Monday, December 26, 2011

2010 Revisited: J.C. Satàn's Sick of Love (Slovenly)

Looks like 2011's list is gonna take forevuh. From 2010's Best of 2010,  just to keep it moving:

"ATPJR is weary this Xmas eve and not sure what the 19th best present he sent to his own ears in 2010 should be. What goes with mom’s cheap Leroux Anisette? Not the Puffy Areolas with the guy from Milk Music, no. But J.C. Satàn’s Sick of Love, that smells like cheap liqueur. Seedy popular song saturated in reverb, infused with dream weapon harmonies + disaffected Italian-French posturing. It’s like a reckless teen version of The Jack’s Vacant World with better songs. Santa? Satan? Satàn? One can never really tell."




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