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>It was a harsh autumn night but our eyes met over a >crowded room and, despite the unnerving presense of >hyped up punks all around me, I was totally at one >with myself as I had found complete inner >enlightenment. For now I had found the dream pairing >infront of my very eyes. Lushes lips cupped round >their massive instruments they play like they are >pocessed by the Gods themselves. Micheal Ward, the >apponymous hero, sways to the ska beat has he arches >his back to thrust himself, with all his might, into >one of his rambling trumpet solos. And Paul Burton, oh >yes, Paul Burton, where would the band would be >without him?!? (He does have good ideas Greg, believe >me, he does!) Paul's slide trombone.....he wa-waas the >way we have become accustomed to. He has his own >style, his own personality and his own copy of Tom >Jones' Greatest Hits (is that an oxymoron?) And they >play well into the night....making women orgasm at >every piece of attire lost and bringing every man in >the house off as they reach for the highest and >hardest notes.....

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