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My weekly Wednesday route to the Little Radio warehouse studio takes about 15 minutes from Los Feliz Blvd. I jump on the 5 south to the 10 east and get off on Alameda taking the first right on Long Beach avenue, where situated amongst a sea of warehouses boasting every kind of fruit and vegetable imaginable, sits Little Radio. Pretty typical.

This afternoon, though, was anything but typical. When I pulled in and walked into the Little Radio warehouse I was smacked across the face with the heavy blues jones of . . .

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Panda Bear's Person Pitch is one of the more interesting advance albums I have heard so far this year. Interesting and rewarding in the sense you can let it wash over your headphones time and again, catching something entirely new each time in the gauzy, narcotic headspace that exists within the LPs span of 45 minutes.

Imagine listening to Pet Sounds in a dream, a dream in mono, with your subconscious randomly filling in bits and pieces from the past 40 . . .

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She’s your gray-haired granny from Gadsden, Alabama/You never see her cause she’s always in the slammer – She’s your hard-hearted mama from Apalachicola/Your daddy’s dead or at least that’s what she told ya’ – He’s your long lost daddy from Union, Mississippi/He’s been nelly since 1960 – She’s your morally challenged sister from Albany, Georgia/You never liked her but then you never porked her – You’re a reader of poems from Slidell, Louisiana/W.H. Auden wrote all your favorite stanzas - Vic Chesnutt

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