We’re still in my techno period, I see. It should be fairly clear at this point that I don’t really have a ton to say about this stuff that isn’t ultimately unhelpful bitching about Berlin and the onslaught of Anglo-American artists drawn to its false promises like moths to a bug zapper. For this one, I’m just gonna say:

Mika Vainio RIP.

Cover art by my dad, taken somewhere in Brandenburg.
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