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It gives me no small amount of pleasure to point you in the direction of the machine itself’s own voice. A French guy named Jean-Luc Guillonet has made a record called Axene. Dedicated obscurantists like myself will be delighted to learn that it’s on a small southern California label and will probably never reach more than a thousand people. Ah, poetry . Axene will run its cold metallic fingers through your hair and whisper obscenities in your ear, terms of endearment so foul that you'd be offended if you spoke Axene's language. |
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