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For now, I'm best thought of as a radio program. Sometimes it may seem I'm all the work of one person, other times many. What matters is the program.

863. all in my mind

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They sold their share of records, but Love and Rockets never really got the respect they deserved. Serious fans of Bauhaus (the band from which all three had come) stayed huddled together in windowless rooms awaiting the resurrection of their main man, Peter Murphy (which never really happened). Serious art types were too busy getting their ears shredded by the likes of The Jesus + Mary Chain. Meanwhile David Jay, Kevin Haskins and Daniel Ash kept cranking out some of the coolest, best psychedelic sounds since the 1960s.

864. Ivo

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“Ivo being the lead off track from the Cocteau Twins third album, the appropriately named Treasure. Because it is just that: a dense and ethereal journey into the kind of dream where nothing’s ever fully in focus or quite makes sense. Or as a friend once put it. This is music you can eat, except the flavors are so exotic, you can’t really describe them, so you just keep on eating.” (Philip Random)

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865. Batman theme

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“Pretty much everybody took a swing at the Batman theme back in the 60s, but Link Wray‘s take wins because it’s just so dirty (the guitar that is) without losing any of the fun. Which is key. Because as far as I’m concerned, there’s still only one Batman worth talking about, and that’s the 1960s TV version, the Adam West Batman, the mod-pop technicolour silly Batman, in the wake of which all these more recent brooding, shadowy versions just seem sillier.” (Philip Random)

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866. dead finks don’t talk

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“Here Come the Warms Jets, Brian Eno’s 1974 solo debut, didn’t find me until early 1981, but the timing was nevertheless perfect as I was gobbling lots of LSD at the time, imposing apocalypse on everything I’d ever accepted or believed, opening great holes in my brain and soul that only purposefully deranged dada-pop such as Dead Finks Don’t Talk could adequately fill.” (Philip Random)

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867. L’America

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Jim Morrison died less than three months after the Doors released LA Woman (or he successfully disappeared, left it all behind). Either way, it’s exactly the kind of album every dead (or merely gone) poet-sexgod-asshole-brilliant rockstar should leave in his wake, loaded with grit, shadow, unsolved mystery, kickass music.

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868. hey bulldog

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Even at their least essential, the Beatles couldn’t help being a great f***ing rock and roll band, particularly if John Lennon was unleashing his inner bulldog. Originally found on the soundtrack to Yellow Submarine.

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