We are united in song and we are the front line and the old guard. We feed on the musical genius of yesterday Manchester, England. Our bellies filled until there is room no more, our souls soaked in that same legend, that gang of four, the derby dogs, the boneyard bathed in the remnants of the night before. We will fight on for the future of British guitar music, never falling as we climb, no tears if we should fall. We are dirty pubs and bouncing rooms, the oldest friendships forged through the newest of loves. We believe in honesty, death and glory and the value of a pound. This blessed soil from white cliffs to lands end. This sterling camaraderie than can never be played by a player nor taken home by the highest bidder. We smoke and drink, we hold our heads high and our glasses higher, we are All the King's Men and we are here to be heard!
Lund sounds good could be the club called Mejeriet, have seen a couple of bands there like NOFX,Flogging Molly, The Dwarves and so on, i..ll sure be there !
Yeah lund is like 20 minutes from malmo so it's close! hopefully you'll play on the 11th, cus i really wanna come. you know, when you guys are coming it's graduation time around here so it's gonna be party for 2 whole straight weeks here, nice!!!
fuck knows mate, we think really early about nine? we might be first on hopefully people will av a had a few by then eh!!will be smashing to see you lot plus we still need to organize a gig together.
What good news to get on a lovely day like this...It's a bank holiday here in Sweden 2morrow (maybee you have it too?). we finished early at work and I'm home doin this and that and will soon get my ass out in the sun and have a beer (or ten..) in the sun with friends :o)..
We are united in song and we are the front line and the old guard. We feed on the musical genius of yesterday Manchester, England. Our bellies filled until there is room no more, our souls soaked in that same legend, that gang of four, the derby dogs, the boneyard bathed in the remnants of the night before. We will fight on for the future of British guitar music, never falling as we climb, no tears if we should fall. We are dirty pubs and bouncing rooms, the oldest friendships forged through the newest of loves. We believe in honesty, death and glory and the value of a pound. This blessed soil from white cliffs to lands end. This sterling camaraderie than can never be played by a player nor taken home by the highest bidder. We smoke and drink, we hold our heads high and our glasses higher, we are All the King's Men and we are here to be heard!
