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Cleo Found the best reverb in Detroit and it's level P2 of a parking garage. Recorded the hum for a set. The car is not mine, but for eleven seconds it was.
I make sound for the small hours. If you're here, you probably already know—the kick is a door, the bass is a hallway, and I'm just the one holding it open. Come find me after. Bring your own story; I'll bring the needle.
— Cleo
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