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Guy Nixon Luke
Guy’s recklessly abandoned beats and gossamer sounds merge together to form an ethereal sky in which Tezcan paints the stars. Guy’s productions echo chaos and calm, carefully entwining lost embers of the fire within him. Guy’s inimitable ability to capture the ghost of an idea and crystallize it into rapturous music is the steam in the belly of Yeni Ulke. His imagination an exaltation.
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