Last week we went to the local art festivals opening show, Bombs Per Minute. The music (if it could be called that) was some kind of industrial, primal drumming... it was, interesting. I was half surprised that it didn't trigger some mass chest beating and grunting, tarzan style. The evening of unusual noises was really saved by the fireworks at the end. I love when they get those really fantastically neon colours that stand out against the smokey, gun powdery sky. Mmmm neon and gun powder...
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