The Stampletons
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Aeroplane
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Genre: Indie / Pop / Psychedelic
Location Минск, ??
Profile Views: 18418
Last Login: 15/12/2011
Member Since 07/09/2008
Website www.thestampletons.com
Record Label Незарегистрированные
Type of Label Unsigned
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Members
Alex Stampleton: guitars, vox; Mite: guitars; Paul Mikhalok: bass; Andy Voitka: drums & percussion; -
Influences
The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Kinks, Honeybus, The Millenium, T.REX, Belle & Sebastian, Revolver, Peter, Bjorn and John, Franz Ferdinand, Suede, Blur, Pulp, Oasis, The Horrors, Unknown Mortal Orchestra -
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Hey!i love you music

Hey.
Hey,i love you space.
Hello from Canada!
Thanks for the ADD + For Checking Us Out!!
Cool Songs!!!
Raye
New CD Release-The Gerry Alvarez Odyssey!
Привет от BUNGALOW BUMS!
Недавно мы записали свой первый лонгплэй
Мы назвали его "Body in the Trunk" ("Тело в багажнике")
Альбом можно послушать и скачать на нашей странице
Привет из Сибири ;)
Bonjour
Thanks for the friendly add
You have a very interesting sound
Like your work and music
Best wishes from France
Pascal
Hello The Stampletons, Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity.