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After Hours I.I
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After Hours I.II
23:51
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After Hours I.III
18:15
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candlesnuffer Melbourne, Australia
David Brown aka candlesnuffer (b. 1956, Melbourne, Australia) loves toucans, mannequins, tenor guitars and guitar preparations, not to mention stomp boxes. He has developed a range of tiny sounds amplified outside their regular domain to function at rock volume. Occasionally plays a quartertone bass. ... more
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