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The Kambourines @ Listen, 25/06/08


Last night at Opus's weekly spoken word and live music, Listen, held at the Green Room, a Norwegian-cum-Scouser folk-pop outfit by the name of The Kambourines (pictured above) played a pretty good acoustic set. I checked their MySpace earlier this morning and the songs are damn catchy on recording, too. Well worth a listen. Find them at the web address below:

http://www.myspace.com/thekambourines

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oops, this is the right link to a very hot band of fellow citizens in Armagh.
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argh i've cut it in three, but google Captain Kennedy (their name) and yall get there..

gra agus peace

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