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6 guys walked into capital of China, with their gut only. Music is not their way to fame, but their way to declare war. When music sink into industry, they did not forget it is still a weapon. They don't care can you understand what do they sing. They make you hear why do they sing. Tongue is soft, but it kills. Is gun or bomb lethal weapon? Or tongues and pens murder more? With an absurd credit "the king of Chinese underground bands", they started the fire in second generation of Chinese rock'n roll. With questions, with too much alcohol, with potatos, with bombs fly over our head, with the sin in previous life, with hope in next journey, with soilders' blood, with ancestors' voice, with crime of have to...with you, with me, with cats and ants... they invite, get on this trip together...
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