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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