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Spacejunk Bio:
A grand set of sketchbook ideas and working drawing of some preposterous future grand vision.
Totally original, challenging and impossible to pigeonhole and like nothing you heard before, Spacejunk sound like the bastardised mutant disowned offspring of Queen or Meat Loaf chasing Lostpropheters with the devil’s very own three prong shit stick. Preposterously huge slabs of raw operatic theatrical rock with the potential of a million dancing squonks (and they have no horns and they have no tails and they don’t even know of our existence). Are they wrong to believe in the city of gold that lies in the distance...?
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