Muchos Backflips!
Guitar amps ooze distortion and heterogeneity. Drumsticks tap the Morse code for change on the cymbals. Basslines that resemble rolling green fields find themselves sandwiched between metal fortified bastions of speed rock. And somewhere in there you could swear you heard a crooning sax that had you swaying unconsciously. Live or via compact disc, these guys make music for the you that still bolts clamorously out the screen door after the ice cream truck; the you that waits behind the garage with a snowball for your sister; the you that spies centaurs in clouds, wildebeests in dark closets. The you that dances with your eyes closed, uncaring of the adults that surround. Bienvenidos a la casa de Muchos Backflips!
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