This is possibly the most brilliant cover of any recording ever.
There is the fetishization of equipment. That stack of keyboards is drool inducing, but real the brilliance lies in the Pablov’s eyes; in the expression on his face. It is at once blissful lost in the groove; and blissful lost in a haze of drugs. This is the twin pull that makes us wish we were there, or at the least allows us to gasp in narcissistic recognition.
References: Pablov Black – Mr Music
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