Episode no 2. The mother of all spaced out, incoherent, distorted bass, feedbacked guitar jamz.
Some say our rehearsal place in the medieval castle is haunted, some say it's the fumes from the sewer that causes people to act strange. We don't know. All we know is that when Asterix sets up his drumkit you can hear fluttering of wings. Angels? Maybe.
Cynics say that they're just those frickin' pigeons living under the roof. Naysayers go forth ! We all know that tha groove of generations lost dwells in that room...and... with such great groove comes great responsability.
Ladies, hold on to your panties. It's going to get sexay !
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