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| THE CONSTELLATIONS - ESKIMAU | ||
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"No, I don't feel a thing at all. You have to remember where I come from."
So begins the title track of this haunting, strange compendium. If you miss home you'll find something to like here. If you've been dumped by the secretly religious you'll find something to like here. Can you ennumerate almost a dozen arctic animals? Can you do so in Inuktitut? Perhaps you should consider this disk, if only as an education vehicle for your wayward children. "I can't relate to this at all" you say, "my husband is a rapacious Viking and I'm lonely." Don't worry, we've got you covered. "What about me?" you ask. "I'm plauged by voodoo curses of unknown provenance, what is there for me in this?" - more than you'd care to realize perhaps!! Well, it's The Constellations and it's awesome. That's what you need to know. You also need to know that there are only sixteen copies in existence, so you'd best snap one up. This frigid and unavailable single is the eleventh volume of the Dominion Singles Club, which means that the end of the Singles Club is nigh... Listen to The Constellations or global warming will utterly ruin your entire civilization. This item can be purchased through this website (sort of), and at Sounds Unlikely. |
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| Til Death Do Us Part
Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep, but I go now to awaken him from sleep |
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