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October 12, 2009 | by  | in Music |
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The Top 5 Salient office albums of the year

Now that’s just embarrassing.

#1. MC Chris
MC Chris is dead

#2. Dr Dre

The Chronic 2001

#3. Wale

The Mixtape About Nothing

#4. Girl Talk

Feed the Animals

#5. The Lonely Island


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Salient is a magazine. Salient is a website. Salient is an institution founded in 1938 to cater to the whim and fancy of students of Victoria University. We are partly funded by VUWSA and partly by gold bullion that was discovered under a pile of old Salients from the 40's. Salient welcomes your participation in debate on all the issues that we present to you, and if you're a student of Victoria University then you're more than welcome to drop in and have tea and scones with the contributors of this little rag in our little hideaway that overlooks Wellington.

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  1. Elle Hunt says:

    LOL JJW.

  2. Kim Wheatley says:

    ‘The Mixtape About Nothing’ is one of the greatest things ever.

  3. bex says:

    Kim Wheatley I’m in love with you!

  4. Hank Scorpio says:

    kramer: makes the iPod

  5. That’s true!‘The Mixtape About Nothing’ is also one of my favourite albums of this year and its awesome.

  6. Hank Scorpio says:

    i’m laughing at my own dumb shit on the internet

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