by Burgo on January 2, 2010
God. It’s already December the 15th as I write this (not sure when I will get to publish the post) [Ed’s note: only half a month later. Not bad. I’ll just use the excuse that I was waiting until 2009 was over, to give every possible chance to every album in the decade. Yeah, that’s [...]
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by Burgo on January 3, 2008
In the course of writing this blog, I come across a lot – and I mean, a lot – of music. Some of which I’ll blog about, some of which never seems to get its own post.
I was organising my files recently, and came across plenty of songs that I probably should have told [...]
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