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Into Fingathing, Kinobe, Fela Kuti, The Seatbelts…
“Is it solipsistic in here, or is it just me?”
Into The Psychedelic Furs, Pixies, Julie London, Buzzcocks…
“Despite being old enough to know better RnRIK remains obsessed by the music of his youth especially indie bands from Manchester. And ELO. And Bruce.”
Into Courtney Barnett, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, Sleater-Kinney, Bikini Kill…
“I like it small”
Into Ride, The Stone Roses, The Smiths, Jeff Buckley…
“I like to write light verse from dark thoughts, like an emo Ogden Nash. Find me at poorphraser.tumblr.com”
Into Cream, Traffic, The Yardbirds, Creedence Clearwater Revival…
“Tea & History Addict”
Into Lee Dorsey, Love, Cream, Unknown Mortal Orchestra…
“I love exploring different stuff. I am Axol on Letsloop, Nusiki & God's JukeBox as is @BluesCat for the Blues”
Into Tame Impala, The Killers, Dire Straits, Nouvelle Vague…
“Now on http://www.letsloop.com/dutchzaphod and http://www.godsjukebox.com/selections/username/dutchzaphod My other TIMJ account is @dutchzaphod”
Into Interpol, Radiohead, Nirvana, Sleater-Kinney…
“The best synonym for popular is 'shit'. TIMJ seems to be a happy place for people with functioning ears”
Into Paul Simon, George Harrison, Fleetwood Mac, Elvis Costello…
“A present-day minded songwriter, Roy de Smet does not feel comfortable in safety. Hence, he prefers finding himself in a blizzard of intertextual references and exotic recipes, over riding on a midnig…”
Into Tom Waits, The Clash, David Bowie, Marvin Gaye…
“I'm just a Canadian wannabe journalist who likes music and quirky cartoons.”
Into The Jesus and Mary Chain, Massive Attack, The Velvet Underground, The Smiths…
“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 Ultravox, DJ Donna Summer, The Stranglers, Alice Coltrane…
“I’m 12 m tall and everything is inconceivable”
Into The Ronettes, Nirvana, Bob Dylan, The Beatles…
“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…”