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27-04-2009, 09:49
Wed 06 May 2009
Skeletons
Two Skies
The Spires
Shot Dead
Price: £5 adv
Age: 14+
http://www.myspace.com/salvationandtheskeletons
http://www.myspace.com/twoskiesuk
http://www.myspace.com/thespiresmusic
A genuine rabble of "roughs" pure and unadulterated has been festering in the district for several months past. These vagabonds style themselves 'Skeletons' shiny loafers and suits to boot. These elusive snakes in the grass have been growing in numbers, under our noses and gold teeth, gathering in taverns that only hang on the tongues and textual literatures of the most alert of ear.
Skeletons are Stubborn things, Stubborn little scraps, Not content with the easy road silver screen and tail between the legs approach, the endcliffe woods were taken and this is where it lead them into there own hands, Holding various gatherings from lifts to cupboards, bubbling fine art, sarcasm and Marvin Gaye as well conjuring other cotemporary old lovelies.
In October Skeletons and the empty pockets were caught red handed, conspicuously writing their names in the dew on the windows of our buses and scooping up the gold dust of our Saturday nights. Now after frequent rallies the city is buzzing under the moustaches of the town criers, skeletons have earned a swollen bosom of reputation to spill the most spat shuffling of speak-easy audio ditties around today?
With Megaphone fuzz over Rimbaud tongue, a sea of hats are raised at the splash of a cymbal cracking the smiles of aspiring aristocrats today. Keys up and Knees up stagger bony pop fusion but are only played with dexterous fingers. Under moonlit scowls Dubbed bass and black bow tie strut along the promenade taking unorthodox Richard Pryor blues strings along with them. Lovely.
Cravats starched, garters tossed - ladies, gentleman and scholars -Skeletons.
Skeletons
Two Skies
The Spires
Shot Dead
Price: £5 adv
Age: 14+
http://www.myspace.com/salvationandtheskeletons
http://www.myspace.com/twoskiesuk
http://www.myspace.com/thespiresmusic
A genuine rabble of "roughs" pure and unadulterated has been festering in the district for several months past. These vagabonds style themselves 'Skeletons' shiny loafers and suits to boot. These elusive snakes in the grass have been growing in numbers, under our noses and gold teeth, gathering in taverns that only hang on the tongues and textual literatures of the most alert of ear.
Skeletons are Stubborn things, Stubborn little scraps, Not content with the easy road silver screen and tail between the legs approach, the endcliffe woods were taken and this is where it lead them into there own hands, Holding various gatherings from lifts to cupboards, bubbling fine art, sarcasm and Marvin Gaye as well conjuring other cotemporary old lovelies.
In October Skeletons and the empty pockets were caught red handed, conspicuously writing their names in the dew on the windows of our buses and scooping up the gold dust of our Saturday nights. Now after frequent rallies the city is buzzing under the moustaches of the town criers, skeletons have earned a swollen bosom of reputation to spill the most spat shuffling of speak-easy audio ditties around today?
With Megaphone fuzz over Rimbaud tongue, a sea of hats are raised at the splash of a cymbal cracking the smiles of aspiring aristocrats today. Keys up and Knees up stagger bony pop fusion but are only played with dexterous fingers. Under moonlit scowls Dubbed bass and black bow tie strut along the promenade taking unorthodox Richard Pryor blues strings along with them. Lovely.
Cravats starched, garters tossed - ladies, gentleman and scholars -Skeletons.