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Angry rants of altered suburbia (conclusion)
Part 3: When the world hands you lemons, check that they’re fairtrade… Read part 1 here. Read part 2 here. So after surviving the attack of a particularly mental member of an endangered species of wasps and causing unquantifiable damages to the façade of the Student Union, I embarked on a mad trip to the…
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Wake up song for today – 115
GARETH!!!! Them lovely people from Slow Club take us for a spin with a very special guest. Enjoy!!! —Sam
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Wake up song for today – 114
Well, it’s the birthday of two very special people today: my dad and my friend PM. Since both of them appreciate a bit of Eric Clapton, here’s a classic one for both. Have a great day, dad! Have a great day, PM!. —Sam
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Slow Club, Chips for the Poor and Is I cinema, oh my!
Slow club Giving up on love A quickie song that never lets down with a cool video to boot (just click on our wake up song tomorrow, you’ll recognise somebody). Simple but effective, can’t go wrong with a song this happy and this earworm-y. Maybe there will be some sun if this one gets played…
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Of how I found myself interviewing myself (pt 1)
Interview – Lumiere Since no one in Sloucher could go to Mexico and interview the band, they decided to interview themselves…and gives us a few acoustic performances of their upcoming album (due out later this year). Songs played: Cíclope Géminis Links: Website, Myspace , Facebook, Youtube. Twitter. Special thanks to: Danny OM, César, Jonel and…
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Angry rants of altered suburbia
Read part 1 here Part 2: A stitch in time After surviving a summer that included a hectic four day writing marathon (fookin’ thesis) that appeased my sense of guilt, I pretty much found myself directionless. Those first days of September, how cold were they. I could see most of the days fritter away from…
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A night at The Grapes is always intense…
Repo Men + Dr. Robeatnik + Cats:for:Peru @ The Grapes The poster read “Pisco presents Sugar Rush”. And the inside smell sweet. Sickly sweet. Candy. Lots of candy. Gingerbread men, balloons, fake jars on stage and a frickload of free candies. That was the scene at the Grapes, your number one room for intense shows.…
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The Sunday Soapbox – 1
T’was another day at The Bunker. Fresh OJ, last night’s kebab and a couple of non-fair trade grapefruit, looking at the sun. Another day, another 24 hours closer to death.
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An untitled, anonymous poem
(Editors’ note: We found this on the branches of a cherry blossom tree near the office – Q & M) Sometimes there is a sadness that is so hollow it cannot contain a thing, Nothing of a joyous nature can fill it, Its like the pit of your stomach, Black, Empty
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