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Weave
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Reflux
06:15
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Unravel
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Circular
05:45
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Spool
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Potential
06:28
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Fiber
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Metabolic
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Stitch
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Blend
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Melt
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Susumu Yokota Tokyo, Japan
www.susumuyokota.com
A prolific, prodigiously talented artist, Susumu Yokota was responsible for over
thirty albums between 1993 and 2012, exploring the worlds of acid techno, trance, ambient, downtempo and beyond.
After a period of ill health, Yokota passed away in March 2015 at the age of 54.
This Bandcamp collects his Skintone releases, through Lo Recordings and The Leaf Label.
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