MMXV, the year William Hamilton started writing one or two
things about some albums he sometimes listens to every now and again. Mostly stuff
what he hears in 2015. Occasionally good stuff what he hears in 2015. Almost entirely poorly written and filled with
quasi-intelligent ramblings of someone who should probably be doing something better.
Muuuuuussssiiiiiicccccccc aaawwwwaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy!
PS. I fully expect to be picked up by Pitchfork by the end of my third month.
PPS. If not, fuck those guys.
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