15 people loved justjoe’s jam Off Your Face
Into The Clash, Washed Out, Tame Impala, LCD Soundsystem…
“Palabras que me suenen perfectas”
Into Tom Waits, Beat Happening, Frank Black, Talking Heads…
“Visualize success but don't believe your eyes. ----> http://www.nusiki.com/#/users/17109 -----> http://www.godsjukebox.com/selections/username/Yr_Drblbst/ ----> http://www.letsloop.com/YRDR…”
Into Spoon, Moonface, Bill Callahan, Ought…
“They say the moment you stop following new music you become old. So I'm here to stay young.”
Into Blondie, Otis Redding, Sonic Youth, The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion…
“My life is meaningless without a soundtrack”
Into Miles Davis, The Doors, Cream, Joy Division…
“She Dreamt She Was A Bulldozer, She Dreamt She Was Alone In An Empty Field...The Buildings They Are Sleeping Now...They Don't Sleep Anymore On The Beach.”
Into The Stooges, Jurassic 5, The Fall, Beastie Boys…
“Manchester City, music, and blue sky in games”
Into Black Lizard, Sulk, The Jam, French For Rabbits…
“Hope you enjoy my archive if you ever decide to give it the once over!! :-)”
Into John Coltrane, Television, The Stooges, Kraftwerk…
“Come find me again: http://www.godsjukebox.com/thefamilyghost/ http://www.nusiki.com/#/users/thefamilyghost (the same name on letsloop but I probably won't be using it) (probably will try cymbal…”
Into The Jesus & Mary Chain, The Temptations, The Stone Roses, Blur…
“Buzz(ed)killSpacePirate”
Into Pulp, My Bloody Valentine, Jarvis Cocker, The Horrors…
“Smells like middle aged spirit.”
Into Ian Dury and the Blockheads, Petula Clark, Talking Heads, Stevie Wonder…
“Eclec? Tick.”
Into The Cure, Kate Bush, The Smiths, Massive Attack…
“And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.”
Into The English Beat, Devo, Nouvelle Vague, The Verve…
“www.pieces-of-what.tumblr.com”
Into Joy Division, Pixies, Ramones, The Ronettes…
“The egg cracked, let out, spill over, sliding into, shaking vision, battered corks, moody shouts despair in all directions, leafing through undergrowth of bounty barred from letters and rhythms, purch…”