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Sunday, June 8, 2008

Music: Zero 7 - The Pageant of the Bizzare



Okay, so i download a lot of music from blogs and stuff, and occasionally, I catch up enough to spend a little bit of time on The Hypemachine to actually catch up on artists that I love that Blogs only hint to or provide me with remixes of.

Today, it was Zero 7, old personal favorites for downtime music, and what i found is an album that is as amazing as it is beautiful, as it is thoughtful, as it is versatile, as it is classic, as it is evolved. The album is The Garden, and let me tell you, I actually went as far as to purchase (yes give money for) several songs via itunes, and still plan on buying myself a physical copy, because its just that damn good.

However, I am greedy and believe in supporting the arts that deserve supporting my own way, and will not provide links. Instead I provide someone else's shoddy, homemade video for my favorite newly (legally) acquired song.

Hope you have enjoyed

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