Weapons - A Thousand Suns

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Dan Greenall - Vox, Guits
Tom Latham - Guits
Joe Latham - Skins
Super G - Bass

Influences:
Big riffs, wah solos, four four drum sections. pro evolution soccer. Zombies. Mustaches: mexicano and pencil in particular. Donnie Darko. Peepshow. The 'Fax' machine. Listening to so many bands that you can't even remember who you were into a week ago. The word 'bogan', whole ready roasted chickens, sunsets, sunrise, summer, sea air, pork & apple sausages, memories and dreams. Hooks, enormo-rock, big choruses & fake endings. Everyone out there striving to make a living doing something creative and getting knocked back until they give up on their dreams and succumb to the treadmill. Tim Burton, Colin 'fekkin Farrel's attitude, big hair, bad hair and Pat Sharpe, Steven Segal, anyone from the 'Stow. Turning off the TV and doing something useful. Your mind is a weapon.


Compared to: Reuben, Funeral for a Friend, Hundred Reason, Pearl Jam... heavy postrock/rock/occasional metal Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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