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Mensaje de Thom York:

this is just a note to say that something has been kicking around in the background that i have not told you about. its called The Eraser. nigel produced & arranged it . i wrote and played it. the elements have been kicking round now for a few years and needed to be finished & i have been itching to do something like this for ages. it was fun and quick to do. inevitably it is more beats & electronics. but its songs. stanley did the cover. yes its a record! no its not a radiohead record. as you know the band are now touring and writing new stuff and getting to a good space so i want no crap about me being a traitor or whatever splitting up blah blah... this was all done with their blessing. and i don't wanna hear that word solo. doesnt sound right. ok then thats that. i think its out in july and im pretty certain XL are going to put it out. love thom www.theeraser.net

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