Friday, June 27, 2014
Blank the shroud upon the ground
It's a fictional tour book. My alleyways, so I was quite familiar with lots of the stories inside the novel, so I took it mostly as a biographical report of the last tour of this one particular band. Shit, it's written so well, that you may take it as you like. In short, this band - a rather well-known one - goes on a European tour and they like their drink and they are homesick and they are these northern crazy souls. Liked it a lot.
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Sometimes he's pretty much a ghost
A perfect crime film, really. The drug trade has gone to hell and it escalates into a shockingly exciting and bloody story about scoundrels...

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