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Crawling from
beneath a mountainous heap of cassettes, home from an underground
tour of the worlds basements,
wearing a crudely fashioned paper crown come America's lost poets
of the home-made, atavistic avatars of 8-bit
eighties cheeze and the Ed Woods of the electronic music studio
- THE BAD CASSETTES - HOMEPOP MASTERS!
Featuring beautifully
contaminated cut and paste soundscapes, neolithic toy piano honky-tonks
and tear soaked ballads
with tounge only loosely placed in the cheek. Not rock, not hip
hop, not latin, not punk, not jazz, not pop, not dance,
not noise (well, maybe that) but all at once. Call it as you like.
We call it...
Ladies and Gentlemen:
THE BAD CASSETTES.
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