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Pop group from the 1962 novel ''[https://books.google.com/books?id=fVnqpwphxeAC&printsec=frontcover#v=onepage&q&f=false A Clockwork Orange]'' by Anthony Burgess. | Pop group from the 1962 novel ''[https://books.google.com/books?id=fVnqpwphxeAC&printsec=frontcover#v=onepage&q&f=false A Clockwork Orange]'' by Anthony Burgess. | ||
| − | + | <blockquote>I got the autobus from the corner and rode to Center, and then I walked back to Taylor Place, and there was the disc-bootick I favoured with my inestimable custom, 0 my brothers. It had the gloopy name of MELODIA, but it was a real horrorshow mesto and skorry, most times, at getting the new recordings. I walked in and the only other customers were two young ptitsas sucking away at ice-sticks (and this, mark, was dead cold winter) and sort of shuffling through the new popdiscs - [[Johnny Burnaway]], [[Stash Kroh]], [[The Mixers]], [[Lie Quiet Awhile With Ed And Id Molotov]], and all the rest of that cal.</blockquote> | |
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| − | I got the autobus from the corner and rode to Center, and then I walked back to Taylor Place, and there was the disc-bootick I favoured with my inestimable custom, 0 my brothers. It had the gloopy name of MELODIA, but it was a real horrorshow mesto and skorry, most times, at getting the new recordings. I walked in and the only other customers were two young ptitsas sucking away at ice-sticks (and this, mark, was dead cold winter) and sort of shuffling through the new popdiscs - [[Johnny Burnaway]], [[Stash Kroh]], The Mixers, [[Lie Quiet Awhile With Ed And Id Molotov]], and all the rest of that cal. | ||
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[[Category:1962|Mixers]] | [[Category:1962|Mixers]] | ||
Latest revision as of 06:59, 19 February 2019
Pop group from the 1962 novel A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess.
I got the autobus from the corner and rode to Center, and then I walked back to Taylor Place, and there was the disc-bootick I favoured with my inestimable custom, 0 my brothers. It had the gloopy name of MELODIA, but it was a real horrorshow mesto and skorry, most times, at getting the new recordings. I walked in and the only other customers were two young ptitsas sucking away at ice-sticks (and this, mark, was dead cold winter) and sort of shuffling through the new popdiscs - Johnny Burnaway, Stash Kroh, The Mixers, Lie Quiet Awhile With Ed And Id Molotov, and all the rest of that cal.
