Llacuna have given it everything they have: punk nerve, dance, a good trumpet cushion, and vocals and choirs you can enjoy singing, with your finger held high and a beer in the other hand. A vitalist album with no intentions of predicting the future, the capitalist system wouldn’t allow it anyway.

Sounds like: Oliver Houston, Sport, Mom Jeans, Macseal, Dogs On Acid, Gulfer, I Love Your Lifestyle o Pet Symmetry

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