I love all this fucking mental vaporwave / nostalgia stuff. If I was a billionaire I'd buy a townhouse in Amsterdam and spend my days building a library of rare vinyl pressings of stuff like this, along with a sub-basement full of dodgy goregrind tapes. One Hundred Mornings is glorious, chilled-out, laid-back, takes-you-way-back brilliance. I'll be running out of ways to describe vaporwave soon, but this shit is fantastic. Sold out as fuck on vinyl, but I hear a repress is coming...
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