Ah, Bristol! I love that city for its spirits, its music festivals, its propensity for chucking statues in the river (fuck slavers and their effigies, yeah?), and its love for
Read PostSometimes, when you know, you know; you know? From 0:01 of Dust Moth’s Rising // Sailing, I knew. The guitar slide, the giant bwowww from the bass, it was
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