Ennio Morricone, Chi Mai (1981)
Here’s the thing with being a dirty, rotten, grubby record-collector, particularly one that sets absurd life-goals like finding everything or at the least anything by Ennio Morricone – you are gonna go into a lot of junk-stores and leave with nothing but a lingering trace of your own shame-spiral. You are going to kiss a l…
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