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Irrevocably drawn by the capital of urban decay and disparate, anarchic beauty, I returned this March...
..To the carefree bohemian coziness of the Birmingham Central Backpackers. The transporting magic of Cannon Hill Park and Moseley Village. The maze of back alleys populated by warehouses and garages, and buildings with covered with snoot.
The naked mannequins staring aimlessly out of broken windows.
The cinematic avantguardia of Flatpack Film Festival, shining with Zanussi's Illumination, and the atmospheric sonic myths of And Also The Trees, live at The Cross.
Astral trips the faint of heart would most definitely not dream of - but I sure do.
Sountrack: Dialogue by And Also The Trees.
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| Bankbeds To Dream In |
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| Birmingham Classics |
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| Aubergine Melancholy |
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| Bibi Dada |
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| We All Have A Cross To Stare |
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| Staring Into Space |
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| The New Library - The New World |
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| And the Ass Saw the Angel |
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| Cannon Hill Park: The Great Green |
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| The Birmgingham Central Backpackers back yard |
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| Birmingham Bathroom Kitsch |
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| Evening illumination |
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