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Particleman listens to a lot of music and occasionally writes about it. He maintains a blog at Particleman.
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During those thirty-five or so minutes, I did about three minutes of real, actual work.
Five expats end up in Budapest and proceed to drink, smoke, and finagle their way into quirky relationships, shady but successful business deals, and strange art.
I cannot fault this album for anything. Except for the fact that it doesn't exactly warrant more than two listens.
Just a few more reasons.
Getting over the Radiohead influence is step 1.
Liberals will probably like it most, but all it takes is a minimal of sense of humor to laugh either way.
She danced, she played piano, and she sang like next month's rent depended on it.
Those Damned Blue Collar Tweekers roll through Austin.
Particleman muses on Muse and loves them to, well, particles.
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