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The sweet scent of freedom wafted through the sweltering air of summer 1992, as the once-formidable Soviet empire teetered on the brink of collapse, a mere month away from its eventual demise. It was a season of anticipation, of nervously-held breaths and whispered prophecies, as the world watched with bated breath to see what would rise from the ashes of this crumbling behemoth. Little did we know, the iconic sounds of alt-rock and grunge
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