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six of eight really clicking for me now...I've liked it for a while but now its all I want..when I don't have headphones or my wearable speaker (Sony) I crave it. I just want to hear this fucking trac

We'll I disagree. I think it has revolutionised music. Music itself has been handed a new set of parameters.

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hey, remember when ppl thought perlence subrange 6-36 was a pisstake? well guess again that one actually had like a gazillion more stuff going on.

 

Yes, that one was actually full of little details and the atmosphere was fully addictive. I remember liking it from the beginning of hearing it (for once..haha.) It had distinct 'phases' and loads of little field recording snippets, micro elements and subtle shifts as well as the main subtle changes. Lots of layers! Still play it often...

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