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just because my sleeve has a fractal twig diagram on it and my record sounds like chlorophyll bubbling in a wok, that doesn't give you the right to pen a review saying that "electronic music put in the hands of a woman becomes a more sensual and poetic medium." fuck you! one minute you're telling us we're ethereal, the next you're trying to grab our ass.
- jasmine cone, "leaf beats," vice january 2004
posted December 27, 2003 in music