squaresville

for all us poor schmoes whose hard earned was dragged kicking and screaming down the stinking sodding saturday high street (duvet cover division) when it longed to be running into the loving arms of pharoah sanders at ronnie's and swooning to the music of small films at the union chapel. it's a bloomin' outrage. hopefully a hardcore quater of an hour of beardy jazz yodelling and a glimpse of postgate/elliot gorgeousness will set us back on the path of righteousness

pharoah sanders - hum-allah hum-allah hum-allah



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ps

the clangers on trunk here
pharoah at sounds of the universe here

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