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Once I found a car boot sale selling everything from bell-jars to florescent, fish-tail skateboards. There was a stall being run by an old but healthy looking guy dressed all in khaki, who was wearing sunglasses on an overcast day. His stall had nothing but CDs.. dark Berlin electro, leftfield indie-pop from San Francisco Bay, dub from deepest Hackney. I kid you not! I took as much as I could carry and it cost me less than my bus fare home.
This morning I walked in to the city listening to Miss Kittin in anticipation of buying a rare album by The Egg that my local Cash Converters had stuffed between stolen video recorders and piles of outdated computer hockey games. But a lesson learnt, buy when you see, some other filthy happy shopper had bought it.
I soothed my headache with:
Mark Farina 'Connect'; Sven Vath 'Cocoon'; 'Tribal Sessions (had good front cover); Chris Liberator 'Set Fire' (hooplah) and 'Dub Plates From The Lamp' which had an interesting story about a pub called 'The Lamp' inside the front sleeve.
All £1 Each!
