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Sam Harding is a student at York and an enthusiast of mosh pits. He is trying to marry music with writing but is running out of onomatopoeia. Life soundtrack includes underground rap and electronic bleep bloops, and somewhere on his computer there is a tab still playing slowed + reverb lo-fi beats.


Sam likes to hit shuffle on his music library, tuning into MAVI and MF Doom for third-dimensional bars, King Krule and Burial’s nocturnal radio and the everything-in-between of Blood Orange to Charli XCX to Freddie Gibbs. His favourite lyrics are probably written by Dave Berman or Phoebe Bridgers, and one day he will buy Rubber Soul on vinyl and everything will be okay.

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