Tonight I'm night clubbing for the very first time and I like it! Eh...? Let's get back to the subject. And also the trees : tormented band. The cursed victorian poet singer was ranting about his misery ... sort of experimental cold wave ... boredom takes over like gangrene on a wound. Dead music as dead as the still life subjects on their record sleeves.
Tonight I'm night clubbing for the very first time and I like it! Hmm! Bref! And also the trees : groupe tourmenté. Le chanteur, style dandy, poète maudit de l'ère victorienne, déclame sa misèreu, pour une cold wave expérimentale...bof!...l'ennui gagne comme la gangrène. Musique morte comme les natures mortes sur les pochettes de leurs disques.
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