Shit doesn't have to be fancy, and sometimes it doesn't even have to be special. Shit just has to be right, you know? And Calgary's GROWN UPS hit just fukkn right today. Infectious garage punk - the kind of shit I would have biked down Locust to see at that weird bar I can never remember the name of where I saw SOVIETTES once sometime around 2010...which means nothing at all to you, but it means something to me.
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