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Ry Cooder – I, Flathead

Final installment of Cooder’s “trilogy”, time-travelling back to ‘40s/’50s California. Complete with 53-page novella!

Countdown to Latitude: Black Lips

null Ah, the elusive Black Lips; a band I once chased around London in a black cab, trying to catch them live as they moved from one secret venue to another. I never caught up with them, which is why I'll be holding a vigil at the Sunrise stage on Sunday until I get to see the madness for myself.
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