You’ve packed your suitcase. Your mind is made up. You are leaving home. The world beckons. It’s time for a fresh start. But things aren’t always all that easy, and now here you are at the other end of the garden path with your sandwich half eaten and a long journey back home ahead of you. Oh, the torment and tribulations of being seven! Spangalang is for anyone who can relate to such a childhood experience.
And this anthem for doomed, will at least slightly miffed, youth comes at us over a growling, growing atmosphere, one that eventually blows wide open into a squalling storm of crunchy blues guitars and searing solos, the ebb and flow of the Hammond organ, staccato riffs and and array of relentless, thunderous backbeats.
That’ll teach them to treat you like a mere kid!
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