As they said in their Deep Purple Smoke on the Water , yes the fire in the sky . Or, better yet, in paradise. Prodigious fire at billiards (c'mon, in the arcade) or, without going any further, in the Monte do Gozo of Santiago de Compostela . With joy, and long overdue, comes this story of a fire necessary joyful mix of that explosion and implosion that Canadians drive one cone. Open spaces through which your emotions flow freely recorded by fire. Funeral If the terror of death burst into expansive pleasures and Neon Bible issue did not stop black light blinding The Suburbs residential areas leads to the very center of the city without grandilocuencas but, alas, with the passion something off. Whatever. It turns out that the songs of these suburbs are added without major problems of translation to direct that energy at once epic, emo and happy conquering Arcade Fire equally to suburban poligonera, posh, indispensable, chavalotes neighborhood or parents. Ask if the chanting all these aaaaa's than the Montreal (un) control to perfection. As Serrat sang: today the noble and the villain, the nobleman and the worm dance and shake hands regardless of the facade. Because this Fiesta , and not just the Jacobean speech was so for all as exclusive. So all we enjoy, exclusively. Concert of the year at least. Amen.
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