Monday, 15 December 2008


Our friends, the gangsters of the town of dirtiness, Faux Fox, were frozen and broke by the omnipotent strange magician of the noise, Weird Tapes, and gathered in beautiful glosses of ice. To hear the phantoms in the transparent chimes of wind, to feel the cold, to bite your lip, and to embrace the infinite one:

Faux Fox - Personal Best (Weird Tapes Version)

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