GND favourites, Trampolene, ask us to climb aboard and strap into their pop-punk-rocket and as we smile-grimace our way into orbit, we see the band's obscurity disappearing away beneath us. We come back down to Earth again though, only to run around to back of the queue to press play again.
Swaggering, raw lasciviousness getting the world ready to party. Brilliant.
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