S i above you convince Liars to spearhead the event in the musical, is a double triumph . Or more. The singer himself to New Yorkers, Angus Andrew , welcomed the audience to what he called his home, Jäger House . Before engaging in one of his sets winners, but quirky rhythmic as excellent: we, for which no experimental abound in a navel-gazing that comes to boring the more modern painting. By the way, if they ask, not many (modern), but too poligonera with apparent attack speed who rode pogo sticks too much elbow in the middle.
Other drugs seemed to have taken the viewer that you removed the bed of a room, throwing pillows first, then the quilt and the quilt, then the very mattress, mattress-not luck for the strong performance of the quintet Fucking Bollocks . Nothing compared to the chaos that engulfed in the same room the subsequent attack sonic-guitar and drums-of Comanechi , which itself was no stranger percussionist, buried about to perish by their own instrument. Result: The security of the event proceeded to suspend the action.
not believe: t lso feast was held in the garden with herbaceous liquor division between pushing and, above all, the hilarious concert News Carminha , pure punk Galician no better adjective, I guarantee, sealed with a passionate BESACE with the tongue between singer and bass player: the love of two chords.
The party lasted until 4 at least, but 2 hours before Éstesudiyéi was leaving corpses avoiding the typical or less happy than left as trace any good bash, and the feeling of being squeezed for a while it offered the House. Just, just when the lights medallions Metronomy the creatures lit still crammed into the stage of the Hall.
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