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Radar Bros. : Open ocean sailing
Hot on the heels of their awe-inspiring self-titled album from 1996, [a]Radar Bros.[/a] return with two sleepy slo-core beauties
Radar Bros. return with two sleepy slo-core beauties for
part-time businessmen and women at Chemikal Underground. Quite what chief Radar operator Jim Putnam has been doing for
last three years in Los Angeles remains, for the moment, a mystery, but you can bet he hasn't bought many Fatboy Slim records. Chances are the lad's been wallowing in regret and ruing his band's failure to capitalise on the critical success of that album and consequently has a healthy stockpile of bruised'n'bittersweet missives much like these, some of which will be found on the September-bound new album. Like Jim says: "Memory serves you best when you're at home/Alone". This we know, but it's
to hear someone else say it.
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