Jive Bunny & The MasterMixers – Swing The Mood
The air in 1989 was thick with the glossy, synthesized sheen of Stock Aitken Waterman, the burgeoning pulse of acid…
The air in 1989 was thick with the glossy, synthesized sheen of Stock Aitken Waterman, the burgeoning pulse of acid…
You can almost feel the magnetic tape pulling past the recording heads, the humid Memphis air thick with the smell…
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