a band, through which, all of your accidents become calculated intent. swarming the sleeping hive for honey, and never using a comb, Mannequin Men are the child raised in the dark.
tenderly hated by their fans, and begrudgingly respected by their peers, Mannequin Men present the listener with one question:
"yes?"
"the label wants a hit, and we don't give a shit. we're getting nowhere." -the replacements
Bonjour Thanks for the friendly request You have a really good sound I appreciate your music and good energy Best wishes from France (Follow me on twitter.com/pascal95 ) Pascal
CHECK US OUT. jerks.
