Got a 7 min blast off for your day (or your night if you're so inclined). I like to think of this as that funk you get out of your clothes on a midnight laundry run or the sound of the desert waking up, when that desert is a large teeming city, and instead of lizards and cacti surrounding you, its crackheads, homeless and rogue-ish miscontents with nothing on their mind except ego and the repetitive though not unsettling chaos of π.
Angel Echoes (Caribou remix) by Four Tet
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