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Over a million years ago, the dinosaurs of rock still ruled the world. These huge, lumbering beasts romped across the globe destroying everything in their paths. Then they died out and for a time nothing happened. But there was a stirring deep in the darkest regions of the world. Music was becoming evil again.
This sowed the seeds for the slackest-stringed, lowest tuned guitar gods this side of Cholsey to wage their mighty battle against oppression and prejudice... and also to drink beer and chat up young ladies.
Mook are here to brighten everyone's day just a little bit with their sunny tales of joy and love.
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Formed in a pub in Oxfordshire, Mook set out to reclaim the stages around and about and now straddle "Oxford's burgeoning rock scene"(tm) like the entertainment colossi they truly are. Hear Mook and be amazed. A bit. See Mook and be astounded. Slightly. Meet Mook and buy them all a beer. Please? |
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