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Once upon a not so interesting generation of crebbins lived four gorgeously polite young krooners. These krooners i speak ever so complimentary of decided to gather together a medley of sounds played on musical instruments. These sounds are known to the current generation as 'music'. (however others may beg to differ if they please). Oh golly gosh look at me waffling, well...to be frank, the music made by these gentlemen became really something quite revolutionary, and the idea really caught on. Rumour has it even a couple of other so called 'musicians' emerged from the woodwork with zany names such as 'The Beatles' and 'Ludwig Van Beethoven', but i wouldn't know much about that! So, about their way these gentemen went until one muggy day along came a dark dark cloud which spat a luminous mauve bolt of what appeared to be a disgusting cocktail of pain and paint at the ground. From this Worhol-esque puddle jumped a rather peculiar looking character known to his mum as 'the rebel'. He mentioned to the kind gentlemen he also had a cracking interest in this music maloney, so they invited him along. Thus spawned a disgustingly orgasmic combination of charm and pure raw sexual fustration that proved itself to be somewhat explosive. Should you come across these ever so cultured chaps, make sure to greet them with a hearty handshake, and for mwemwe's sake enjoy them. You'll most probably never smile this much again.. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-S