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There is/was a band that occasionally played Sydney called The Thurston Howlers, who played ear-bleedingly loud surf-twang numminess. They all wore tuxedos, fezzes and sunglasses, except for the keyboardist who wore a white suit, a turban and some round glasses with white spirals painted on them. During one gig, a person in an ape suit handed out champagne to the crowd.
Obviously, they fucking rock(ed). |
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