What a coinkydink (read: coincidence). I read this while listening to the MySpace album and Psychédélices began playing. The version on MySpace has a glitch in the latter half of the song (I've noticed it on two separate computers; something must've went awry when they uploaded it), but it doesn't detract from the magic of the song at all. A testament to its power, I suppose.
And I've said it before and I'll say it again: Music video. 1930s Chicago. Black and white. Noir. YES.
- N
EDIT: The next song it shuffled to: Décollage. Hardcore foschizzle yo.
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