Not On Tour’s first record, a self-titled sixteen song autocross, winds its way through the closed course of your beating ear drum, until you reach exultation and exhaustion and are reminded why you got into this stuff in the first place. Imagine the film that is your youth. The excitement and intensity shared by yourself and your compatible compatriots in that most important moment of sweat-heart-lust-truth and epiphany, all beating around your squeeze club sex or head phoned blessedness or loud sung drunkenness . . . this, is what Not On Tour sets upon your table.
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