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The Aggrolites - Tear that falls



The Aggrolites first caught my attention with their song 'Free time'. I was never a reggae fan but this band definitely managed to make me love reggae now.They are a punk reggae kind of band,at least thats what i think but then again it might be ska...hehe. Oh!Who cares about classifying their sound precisely! All i know is that they have real soul in their music and that is what that matters.I really like this song as it is so heartfelt. Happy listening everybody!

Lady indira =P

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  1. Ciao tesoro* Its true this song sound cool..... me too intrested in this group and would like to listen to their other songs also if you have....... good taste*****

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  2. hehe....thank you...=) there is more i'll pass them to mummy when i come home.

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