Transcendent and filthy; modern and timeless; majestic and ungodly; The Victor Mature Substation bitch-slap all comers with music that blends the birth of the cool with the throws of a cough-syrup jag.
Rejoice, because VMS has arrived to deliver rock from the skull-numbing putrescence of its own stinking corpse. VMS eschews the narrow confines of genres, creating a new and vibrant sound in the process.
Live, VMS is a cacophony of vision and sound. Midgets dance to the seductive beat while the cinema of the bizarre and obscure is projected onto a screen behind the band. Sensory overload is The Mature's vulgar objective. Their music will leave you feeling dirty and defiled, but also resplendent and joyous.
So when you tire of chowing down on the shit sandwiches that pop music keeps
serving up, feast your ears on VMS--The world's best mostly instrumental band.
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Keep up the Great Work!
Wishes you All the Best in 2009!
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Thank you very much for the Link Up & Sharing Your Music
Nice to meet you through cyberlink!
Keep up the Great Work!
Wishes you All the Best in 2009!
Enjoy your Week!
Flapjack price on high side but customer always drive away happy. Sometime tell customer when have oil change also need transmission flush, say "car like toilet," HA!
The cartoon shopkeeper opened a drawer of dried-but-live gummy frog larvae; big brown dried-marshmallow pill shaped millipedes. I rebelled against the shopkeeper and danced around with the other workers in the back of the store across the hall from where I lived when I was twelve.
