Islands

Couldn’t stop swaying swept and tranced me-puppet was unapologetically gawking and relating swell anecdotes. Rap sounded original and had a rhythm like Van Halen figuratively as hard rock genre surprises with Creed and fluff by Black Sabbath but that is a tangent from the unique unaffected vocals and Yamaha, guitar and drum cohesively lip syncing and jamming the hours away. Encore twice or maybe more-vowel less risqué bit in perfect Island English just spurred positive vibes from a thoroughly receptive and harmonious crowd