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Toad and Ruth’s Toad and Ruth Show with Toad and Ruth and Lach

Ruth is back on the air, and she and I commence our weekly Festival special show today at 7pm on Fresh Air. We’re on tonight, Sunday 22nd and 29th, and will be trying to get live session types in for each show, as per usual.

Tonight we are lucky enough to be joined by Lach, the driving force behind the anti-folk movement which started in New York and is relocating to Edinburgh for the Festival in the form of Lach’s Antihoot.

Listen live here from 7pm BST.

For anyone interested in some Neil Pennycook and Yusuf Azak solo acoustic videos and a bit of a review of the first night, click here.  In the meantime, we’ll be updating the playlist live as we go along this evening, so feel free to heckle us in the comments as we go along.

1. Donny Hue and the Colors – Corrine Corrina
2. Adam Balbo – ObligatoryHighway
3. Arcade Fire – Sprawl II
4. Lach – Lego (Live)
5. Lach – Antennae (Live)
6. Lach – Baby (Live)
7. The Chord and The Fawn – Young Executive
8. Lach – Egg
9. Meursault – Crank Resolutions

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Toadcast #135 – The Spaincast

Recorded for you from the sunny, blazing hot mountains of Andalucia, this one is a little late being uploaded because we only just got back to Scotland and I decided I might as well wait until we got home before uploading it rather than charge all around Spain trying to find somewhere to upload from and then sitting around for ages waiting for the damn thing to… well, you get the picture.

I actually spent much of the week editing Toad Session videos, which seems just a tiny little bit pathetic, even to me.  Still, editing video whilst sat on the terrace with a beer, overlooking spectacular valley scenery isn’t exactly a hardship, but nevertheless, a holiday should be a bit more holiday-y than that I suppose.

I also think I may have happened to accidentally teach Mrs. Toad’s oldest friend’s kids some truly fucking appalling language too.  Honestly, who lets a retard like me anywhere near kids?

Direct download: Toadcast #135 – The Spaincast

01. The Japanese War Effort – Summer Sun Skateboard (02:20)
02. Benni Hemm Hemm – Shipcracks (06:15)
03. Hobart Smith & Texas Gladden – Down in the Willow Garden (13.39)
04. Blind Willie Johnson – I’m Gonna Run to the City of Refuge (16.24)
05. The Beach Boys – Sloop John B (21.02)
06. Sebastian Dangerfield – The Sycamore Tree (24.49)
07. Animal Magic Tricks – Heavenly Bodies (30.57)
08. Keaton Henson – Oliver Dalston Browning (36.27)
09. Fists – Ace is the Way (40.23)
10. Honeytrap – Little Johnny Winter (45.02)

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Lach’s Antihoot

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Lach’s famous New York open mic night the Antihoot is responsible for launching the careers of many of the bands people who read this site love the most.  He is, in fact, the man responsible for terms like anti-folk and the movement it represents.

I have to confess I find this kind of odd.  The term is something which has been so ingrained in my musical vocabulary ever since I started writing about music that the idea of it having been invented so recently seems really rather odd.

I always kind of knew I was into anti-folk as well, because the rinky-dinky super traditional stuff has never really attracted me that much, so even before I knew the term I was drawn to bands like The Pogues and Bob Dylan (and even to a degree people like Woody Guthrie and Billy Bragg) who would take traditional formats and give them a good beating before they sent them out there.  In fact, Dylan’s own struggles with the New York folk establishment rather mirror those of Lach, so the concept of anti-folk has been around for a while, even if the coherent, more unified movement which gave rise to the likes of Jeffrey Lewis and Kimya Dawson did not.

Most of the Edinburgh alt-folkies I know speak of the original anti-folk movement with a kind of hushed reverence, so I guess it’s no surprise that most of them are making an appearance at some point during the Antihoot’s three week Edinburgh run.

On the first night we had a couple of Toad Records favourites down; Yusuf Azak and Neil Pennycook from Meursault.  I’ve seen both of these guys perform like this many times however, so the happiest surprise of the night was actually Finn from Trapped in Kansas.  He hunched over his guitar and sang in an oddly nasal voice, but his was the genuine ‘Oh, hello, what’s this?’ moment for me on the opening night, particularly as I had no idea who he was until he mentioned his band halfway through his set.

Invariably in the midst of a Festival best known for its stand up comedy there were a few in the crowd who, by one in the morning, had optimistically decided that they too were funny, funny guys.  Lach himself, as compere, did a good job of keeping them quiet, but the bands dealt with it well too.  Most satisfyingly, I heard a couple of the performers talking about getting their mates down on a regular basis so that there was always a hardcore presence of people who were there to enjoy the music.

One thing, however, which became increasingly obvious as the night wore on was this: when the bands were good, the shushing didn’t have to last beyond the first thirty seconds of the song because the most talented musicians, irrespective of genre, were consistently able to keep the crowd’s attention.  This, I suppose, is the double-edged sword of the open mic night.

I also thought the show benefitted from the format: eight minutes or two songs, whichever came first.  It meant that if someone was shit, they were off too quickly to become tiresome.  That alone makes it worth going along, particularly if one or two people you know are likely to be playing, because there were a lot of good performers there who I’ve never heard a whisper of before.

Dylan has also put a few photos up on Blueback Hotrod, if you fancied a look at those too.

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Ceremony – Rocket Fire

Ceremony - Rocket FireI want to talk to you about this group called Ceremony, who come from right here where I live — Fredericksburg, Virginia, a medium-sized town about 40 miles south of Washington, D.C.  Ceremony is a drum machine and two guitarists, Paul Baker and John Fedowitz, who were two-thirds of a really good band called Skywave back in the 1990s and early 2000s.  The third member of Skywave was Oliver Ackermann, who later moved to New York City and now fronts A Place To Bury Strangers (APTBS).   I had the good fortune to see Ceremony and APTBS on the same bill a few years ago, right here in Fredericksburg, and I have to say that these two bands generated the most ear-punishing racket I have ever experienced for a fee.  The Twilight Sad come close, but…

Anyway, Ceremony play a shatteringly loud, distorted, but melodic brand of shoegaze that owes a pretty  obvious debt to late ‘80s-early ‘90s groups like The Jesus & Mary Chain (Psychocandy-era) and My Bloody Valentine.  Yet although they play in a pretty well-worn style, they do it with real panache, and they consistently manage to squeeze every last ounce of exhilaration, energy, and (most importantly) melody from their poor helpless amplifiers.  After all, they’ve been doing this stuff for close to two decades now, and in the States they really were pioneers in this type of music; they’re not imitators, they’re trailblazers.  Some of the best new bands who play this kind of music—like Ringo Deathstarr or The Vandelles, for example – would freely acknowledge their influence.  Ceremony can dislodge your tooth-fillings with sheer volume, but they’re just as likely to rot your choppers with the sweetness of their tunes.  And they are an absolute blast live.

Ceremony released an exciting new record called Rocket Fire back in May on the Killer Pimp label (which also released the APTBS debut), and if you play it at extremely high volume, so that your chest cavity becomes another speaker, you may just approximate their live experience.  Here’s a couple of tunes from the album.  I can’t stress enough how much sheer loudness matters to the full enjoyment of this music, so before you click on the thingy to play “Silhouette” below, turn your volume way up.  Seriously.  It fucking rocks.

Ceremony – Silhouette by Blueback Hotrod

Ceremony – Leave Alone by Blueback Hotrod

Buy or download “Rocket Fire” from Amazon.com in the U.S. or the U.K.

Download “Rocket Fire” from emusic.com

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Milk and FOUND

MilkEdge Festival at Electric Circus

Saturday 7th August 2010

There’s a palpable air of expectancy around Milk, nurtured by the band’s mysteriously low profile (try googling them), and the word on the grapevine that components of the much celebrated Findo Gask and equally esteemed My Kappa Roots have combined in this new collective.

My first encounter with Findo Gask was at Homegame earlier this year, and I stood sidestage at Legends gobsmacked by just how tight they were, and it looks like drummer Michael Marshall has transplanted that tightness to this new outfit. The first things that grab me are the whipcrack snare shots and rattling hi-hats of the insistent, spiky sixteen-beat rhythms that carry the band’s sound.

Meanwhile, Pablo Clark, of My Kappa Roots renown, throws himself bodily into his new berth at the helm of Milk. Dressed in skinny jeans and baggy vest-top – both garments as pristine white as your daily pinta – he cavorts bodily about the stage, twisting and pogoing; and at one point manically thumping a tom hanging in his direction off the top of drum kit.

According to Chris Buckle’s recent Skinny article – just about the only decent reference point I can find to provide research for this review – guitar and keyboards are provided by Callum and Sam respectively. Little more is currently known of these two gents. Callum lurches forward from the lip of the stage, bequiffed and menacing, looking after the “bottom-end” of the band’s sound by favouring the bass strings of his big semi-acoustic six-string and occasionally tapping at a bass synth of some sort hidden amongst Sam’s stack of gadgets; while Sam himself busies himself with making his synths sound just like synths should – fat, squelchy and fuzzy – and looking achingly cool and aloof in a fitted houndstooth jacket with – inevitably – the collar turned up.

As the band sign off at the end of their set, Pablo Clark apologises for what he perceives as a messy set. I’m not sure I agree, and I don’t think the punters who have been bouncing enthusiastically around the front of the stage – and even grinding suggestively up against the venue’s structural pillars – would agree either. To me, Milk look likely to re-energise the local scene with a polished and accomplished brand of punk-pop. Okay, it might be a bit of a stretch to wheel out the “breath of fresh air” cliché at this point, as this ground has been well trodden since 1980s New Wave, but Milk certainly sound like they have a spiky, aggravated point to make and don’t care who hears it. And that’s usually not a bad thing.

FOUND take the stage for the headline slot shortly afterwards and embark on a showcase for the highly anticipated new album that’s due out before the end of the year.

The new songs have been leeching one-by-one into FOUND’s set for a good eighteen months or so now, and the last couple of times I’ve seen the band I’ve noted they seriously seem to be getting the hang of them. Something has definitely clicked, and I don’t think it’s just my own sense of familiarity. The arrangements of the new songs now sound nailed-on, while the performances, perhaps hesitant and lacking confidence a few months back, have achieved that unmistakeable FOUND swagger and poise.

Regrettably, the notorious Electric Circus sound gremlins rear their ugly heads during FOUND’s set. At one point frontman Ziggy Campbell unplugs both his bandmates’ backing-vocal mics mid-song in an attempt to eliminate a howling bout of feedback that’s defeated the soundman’s efforts to control. No soundman would take such drastic action as a compliment, but this venue does have difficulties with unorthodox instrumentation. Stick a four-to-the-floor rock band on stage and everything seems fine, as soon as a band get a bit tasty with the electronics – Meursault struggle here too – then the stage teeters on the brink of tumbling into a maelstrom of feedback.

Happily, this brief spot of bother doesn’t detract from the overall quality of the evening’s entertainment, bassist Tommy Perman even takes advantage of the moment for a spot of impromptu comedy, mugging with the unplugged mic and shouting his backing vocal lines at the top of voice, which wins the audience back in favour of the band.

Although that favour was never really in doubt. I don’t want to queer the pitch and get ahead of myself, but I have a sneaking suspicion FOUND’s new album might be a bit of a scorcher.

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Live in Edinburgh This Week – 9th August 2010

Well, apart from the usual gigs, we have a couple of ongoing Festival specials this week to add to the general level of giddy excitement.

Firstly, the Acoustic Cafe is running all week downstairs at the Roxy Art House featuring this week, amongst others, The Pictish Trail and Wounded Knee.

Secondly, Lach’s Antihoot is an ongoing, late night, at the Gilded Balloon, and is an open mic night in which Lach brings his legendary New York institution, and initial nurturing ground of so many artists we love, to Edinburgh for the duration of August.

And if that little lot isn’t enough to keep you busy, we have a wee list below.  And if you see a Home Counties ex-public schoolboy on a unicycle at any point (and face it, the odds are pretty good) feel free to poke a stick in his fucking spokes.  ‘Zany antics’ – the bane of the Edinburgh fucking Festival.

Wednesday 11th August 2010: Mitchell Museum & White Heath at Electric Circus.

The Electric Circus continues their hugely appreciated policy of giving as many opportunities to emerging Scottish bands during the Festival as possible.  Mitchell Museum’s new album, on lovely, heavy 12″ vinyl, will hopefully be available for purchase at the gig too.  I wish we could afford to release more stuff on vinyl, but it really is fucking expensive stuff, and a right nuisance to store as well.

Thursday 12th August 2010: The Oates Field, The Memory Band & The Pictish Trail play Leith Tape Club at the IsoLounge.

Festival schmestival, Leith Tape Club is one of the best alternative nights in Edinburgh, and Leith should be a nice place to get away from all the hurly-burly of Edinburgh in August.  There may not be tickets left for long though, so follow the link above sharpish if you want to attend.

The Pictish Trail – Winter Home Disco

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Saturday 14th August 2010: Pantha du Prince & Brothers Grimm at Sneaky Pete’s.

Strictly speaking, Brothers Grimm are a graphic design and illustration team, so I can’t imagine how well those skills will translate to the realm of haircutty electro music.  Still, Chris is the Bleepmaster General in Meursault and his brother Michael is better know for his work in Dead Boy Robotics so despite the fact that I am probably not indie enough, well dressed enough or even slightly cool enough to attend their debut gig I shall style my hair as well as I can and hope for the best.

Pantha du Prince – Lichten

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Quality Rant

[This weeks the Sunday Supplement finds Matthew's brother, regular Toad commentator, professional sound engineer and all-around thoroughly decent chap, Ben on his chosen specialised subject]

Let me get something out of the way quickly:  Digital audio is better than analogue, by some considerable distance.  When discussing how good a recording is, I think it is important to define two terms.  The first term I need define is ‘good’, and it’s cousin ‘quality’.  The second is ‘pleasing’, which only makes sense once I have defined ‘good’ and ‘quality’.  A ‘good’ recording happens when you put a high quality microphone in front of a musician, run that mic through a quality pre-amp and then send that to a capture device at a level that is clearly audible,  but does not degrade the signal.  What this provides is clear and honest recreation of someones art that you, and they can work with, and manipulate in the best possible way.  Now, unfortunately, a pure ‘good’ recording of high quality is rather uninteresting.  While a poor recording in a gym, into a banged up eight track recorder (which the Beatles used) is far more musical and hence ‘pleasing’.

Now let us come to a huge problem that music has in the modern world.  As all music is now distributed in a digital format that grime is gone.   And frankly, given that most people own a laptop, or home computer, the extra investment to being able to come up with a basic recording set-up is still fairly minimal.  You can pick up a second hand 8 channel interface which records from at 192khz/24bit for about 300 quid, and good mics retail at about $100.  For those of you who don’t know anything about sample rates and bit rates wikipedia describes them  better than I can but, briefly it is a the number of times a computer divides up a waveform.  The more times it chops it up, the more accurately it can recreate it in your computer.  Now a CD is more accurate than tape, and can store more information.  A CD samples at 44.1KHz/16bit, so for three hundred quid you have a device that can take a wave and recreate it four times more accurately than a CD.   So what is the down side to this, and if there is no downside why does so much music sound dreadful and, why do old records sound so much more pleasing?

Well, there are a number of reasons.  Firstly digital recording is brutally unforgiving.  If you overload an analogue signal it goes warm and fuzzy, if you overload a digital signal is becomes grainy and brittle sounding.  This means that the over exuberance of musicians and the desire to make everything more powerful manifested itself in a warm pleasing noise and lets everyone know that the musician was really putting his back into it.  It draws you in.  The same behaviour with digital will cause the computer to fragmet the signal which will grate on the ears and instantly make the listener detach themselves from the music.  Which means the rock and roll attitude to recording has been replaced by a much more scientific approach.  However, should you need ‘tape’ sound the digital realm offers you far more choices.  You can run your signal through a tape machine on the way to your computer.  You can run it through a tape machine afterwards and use both signals, deciding how much ‘tape’ distortion to use.  You can use a digital ‘tape’ emulator.  You can in fact do any number of things with any number of effects.  Which gives you infinite ability to find your sound and infinite ability to destroy your record if you don’t know when to stop distorting things.

Now with effects like reverb we see a different problem.  For all we can all afford a laptop, how many of us can afford to rent a barn, cathedral or brick walled attic.  A nice live space with character that adds depth and character to our music.  Let me give you an example of this.  Bruce Sprringsteen, who was famously involved in the recording process,  hated the sound of the drums in one session.  He told his engineer that he had seen two ‘room mics’ capturing the sound of the echo and reverb around the drums.  The engineer pointed to two faders on the board which Springsteen proceeded to push them up really high, and thus the sound of Max Weinberg was born.  What Bruce Springsteen was doing was giving the listener the experience of listening to the drums as he heard them, from a distance.  But this muddying of the sound was a choice, but a choice made using the one and only tool available to him, rather than the infinite number of effects, reverb units, reverb plug-ins and room mics available to the modern engineer.

In my profession clean clear and pristine is the goal.  Most orchestral recording should not be distorted, and certainly not compressed as it robs the composer and conductor of the depth of sound needed to use the layering of sound in most classical music.  In this environment reverb is much more vital as it suggests the grandeur of the space which one associates with listening to classical music.  You want as much detail captured and accurately relayed to the listener as you can because the wonder of classical music is the vast amount of detail and so recreating this detail, in an environment that suits the music is more important than what you do once you have captured It.  So here the detail, and the clarity available only in the digital realm is a massive advantage.  In fact it makes me quite sad that no one but me ever hears the full effect of the 92khz recording master that I get to hear before I compress it down to CD.

All this clarifies that the character of a recording has become an applied aesthetic.  There is no reason that even low cost home records should need to sound anything but clean and clear.  Thus, the effects can be applied like another instrument, but in this case to give character, context and depth to the music.  And because of the power of digital technology, you have the ability to do this with more accuracy, and versatility than ever before.  This new control and power is going to have be wielded by a new breed of artist.  It will require musicians versed in technology, and engineers aesthetically sensitive enough to wield their arsenal with artistry to aid and accentuation the music.  We will also need producers with enough power tell them both to stop playing around put down their toys and let the music speak for itself sometimes. This site discusses how we appreciate and even distribute music at great length but, if music is going to progress we need to understand how to create it better as well, and to do this we should all be constantly educating ourselves as to the tools at our disposal.

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Toadcast #134 – The Festicast

So, the Festival descendeth upon Edinburgh once more, and once more we are beset by London-based Home County Yahs braying their zany way through the city until finally someone snaps and sets fire to their stupid fucking stilts once and for all.

Actually, as I confess pretty sharpish, I am the classic Edinburgh Festival hypocrite, if I’m being honest with myself.  I love it as much as I loathe it and I enjoy moaning about it almost as much as I enjoy the Festival itself.

As a native you really do have to have the right attitude though.  If you come from outside just for the Festival then there’s little chance of you failing to take advantage of it, but if you live here the only way is to do it by extremes: either totally ignore it and stay as far away as you can, or just stop moaning, get stuck in, get pished and go to lots of shows.  I tend to prefer the latter option, but I’ll confess I don’t always do a good job of actually taking my own advice.

Direct download: Toadcast #134 – The Festicast

01. Thee Single Spy – OK Corral (02.53)
02. Lach – A Quiet Distance (11.50)
03. Bob Dylan – Man of Constant Sorrow (Live) (14.59)
04. Run On Sentence – Wide Open Sky (22.20)
05. Skeleton Bob – Findlove is a Housing Scheme (33.11)
06. Wounded Knee – Coffee Ballad (34.43)
07. The Delta Mirror – He Was Worse Than the Needle He Gave You (39.31)
08. Balkans – Georganne (45.50)
09. Modest Mouse – This Devil’s Workday (50.33)
10. Eels – I Put a Spell on You (58.36)

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Friday is Really Rather Tardy, Sorry

Okay, so this one is a massively late Friday Fives, but there’s enough of a day to waste if you still feel like wasting it with me.  On this week’s podcast we will be kicking off with Thee Single Spy’s new single OK Corral, and Alice kindly sent me the video through for it this morning so I figured I would share it with you on this week’s Five.

The five songs I have chosen today are from a compilation named Arlington Baths, so called because I used to live in a basement flat on Arlington Street in Glasgow.  It was a truly abominable flat, cold damp, shitty and with tramps frequently to be found curled up asleep outside the front door.  This was back in about 1995, at about the height of Britpop, or at the beginning of its decline, whichever way you want to look at it.

Anyhow, at the end of Arlington Street there was an unassuming building which went under the title of the Arlington Baths Club.  Now, we knew that it was there and we were vaguely curious about what went on there, but we never thought that much about it until about a year after we moved out.  We didn’t move that far though, and our new flat may have been on a different street, but the kitchen window still actually overlooked the Arlington Baths Club.

Then one day we were slouching around watching telly, as students do, and this documentary came on about an amazingly preserved old Turkish baths.  There was shot after shot of amazingly preserved interiors, tiling, black-watered pools and deck chairs in steam rooms.  It was the Arlington Baths Club.  They didn’t mention this until after we’d been watching for about ten minutes and I remember when they did we all rushed to the kitchen window, as if to check that the place really was still there.

So delurk yourselves, don’t be like the Arlington Baths Club, all hidden behind a facade of Victorian stone, come and make a silly comment on the Friday Fives and then fritter away the rest of the afternoon talking pish on the internet with everyone else.

1. Worst place you’ve ever lived.
2. Ever been surprised to see somewhere you know on the telly?
3. Name a big pop hit from your student days which you like, sneakily or otherwise (yes, now counts if you’re still a student – Wilf and I Are Scientist, you don’t count as students even though you are at university).
4. Strangest accidental student flatmate.
5. Student living feature you miss most (if you’re still a student, take a guess).

Blur – There’s no Other Way

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Elastica – Connection

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The La’s – I Can’t Sleep

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The Bluetones – The Fountainhead

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Sleeper – Inbetweener

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Benni Hemm Hemm – Retaliate

Benni Hemm Hemm could be forgiven for thinking I’d taken against him, given he has lived in Edinburgh for something like two years now, has been playing and releasing pretty much as an Edinburgh artist, and plays exactly the kind of music I love and… I’ve written nothing about him at all.

Not that I have any obligation, but it seems strange to me.  I’ve known of him, I really like the guy, and for some reason I’ve never really seriously made the time to sit down and really try and engage with his music.  Sometimes all it takes is a hook, or a trigger.

This EP, I am pretty certain, is that trigger.  It’s really lovely, and I have just ordered it on vinyl, for extra listening pleasure.  Piano and subtly layered harmonies form the base of most of these songs, and they either remain as downbeat introspections such as Blood of My Blood or Church Loft, but other build into gentle crescendoes, instrumentally driven and far from urgent, but with a depth and insistence that slowly and softly turns the screw until you finally realise that you’ve been gripped.

It’s a bit like boiling a frog actually.  The music is so gentle and raises its intensity so slowly that it’s actually surprising how loud some of the more powerful moments are, because they emerge from such a languid beginning.

It could even be Scottish, honestly, as could many North Sea and Baltic releases.  There are definitely differences, obviously, but there seems nevertheless to be a kinship between the various kinds of music.  Maybe it’s the dark, maybe the cold.  Portland shares a similar kinship with Scotland if you ask me, which I tend to think might be related to the rain.

All the more shame on me, then, for being so slow to pick up on this.

Benni Hemm Hemm – Blood of My Blood

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