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<span><a href="http://soundcloud.com/italic">Latest tracks by italic</a></span>
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italic
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"... at the height of the night I´d switch all the lights out. the window of the warehouse were painted black, the crowd would be high on music and on drugs. I´d pump up the bass then play this record which was the soundtrack of an express train. people would scream - it was a mixture of extasy and fear - it sounded like a train was racing through the club." (F. K., 1986)
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