As I'm writing, the songs and sounds dedicated to the memory of Monty Barnes are filling my room. 

The infra sounds of the powerful CD techniques bring both elephant feelings of the open savanna and the heat of urban Africa. 

The technological drum seem to bee absolute might in the Zulu renaissance.

I have to listen to this all alone. Listening to this music almost  makes me feel like a criminal. I think this music would make most of my acquaintances uneasy. 

What would happen in the supermarket if they played this instead of the sugar plastics of consuming insomnia?

Music written by Barnes, Daley. Recorded at Rollorver Studios, W 10. Published by Hard (UK) Hands Publishing Ltd/Chrysalis Music Ltd.

Tomas Brusell
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