Smakprov från senaste inspelningen omastrad

Under the line

You can't say 45, but i will make you say 45

The art of being apart of a part ...

"Experimentall punk/hc psykadelic"
	
1993 was a minor revolution in Torslanda parish.
The church bells stopped and the girls burned their bras to the sound of a stubborn insistent pace. Lapped by the blue flames, to light and heat were SOB pariasssound and delivered their furious music. We heard a noise from the lower classes, the caste solved impotent roar of transformation and transformation. By land and soil, up through the stage floor and straight into the soles for their repressed energy and overall frustration. Out of the vibrating fingertips, who slapped on the taut strings. Rushing out of the neck, carried by the strong voice. Redeemed and liberated into the melody and music that drowned out the rousing crowd.

Slowly extinguishing the fire, everything was damp and still. The people turned slowly homeward, frisky, disheveled and satisfied. They looked curiously at each other, who are you? And what is it that has happened?
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