The Skints – at Redfest 2011

The coolness soon whisks up a brisk speed and this suspends momentarliy before plunging splendidly back into the waving chorus “Nothing is awright …” Songs are filled with surprises as sweet as jam …

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ALBANY DOWN ~ South of the City

The oppressive heat of these sounds and the mosquito bites of the sub-text, together with those muttering Will-o’-the-wisp marsh-born guitars, create a sweat stained blanket of melodic loops that lazily crawl around the landscape like snakes on the prowl in the tangle of a mangrove swamp

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