Tank Warning Net

We played hard, in the basements and garages beneath the earth. We rocked with passion and sweat, never looking back. We lived our lyrics, dreamed our music, we were a special band of brothers. The band does not exist anymore, apart from a few gigs here and there, for the old times, when our guitars roared, our drums thundered and everything seemed allright.

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