♫♪  Odd Labu - Retrats d´ una ciutat del s​.​XXI

A button from the pail sewn to an old overcoat. Then lost. All small things are linked, similar to mail in droopy weather, altered and silently mourned. The moon has gritty teeth, corn yellow and full-feeling, spiced on time and cribbed knuckle shutters like frozen thoughts recorded to magnetic tape, frosted back and forth. Who can trust that smile? Mileage upon the dash. Gnash.

Chocolate Grinder

CHOCOLATE GRINDER is our audio/visual section, with an emphasis on the lesser heard and lesser known. We aim to dig deep, but we’ll post any song or video we find interesting, big or small.

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