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There is no doubt that there are flowers oscillating wildly with joy from finally picking such a relaxing, fresh yet strangely nostalgic album, I didn’t realize how much I missed coming home with such a great sense of urgency to touch needle to wax, to unravel the packaging and dive in. Setting aside the mp3 + detaching from the matrix + the mean screen (and yet raving and ranting on it). Nonetheless, it’s the simple things – Instrumentals for the mental. Loving this feeling – this physical connection with what keeps my heart happily beating.