Stories of songs heard through some French grapevines... stories of windmills and quixotic experiences as far as music's concerned... first pages of the story were written in sweat with the first of opus of Spleen vs Ideal... autoproduced, autodistributed, autopromoted and all, because the French market is what it is and because one can only be served best by himself ? Behind all this, a simple and strong will of showing how the French underground music scene stacks pile of bands that could rival with their anglosaxon counterparts... a very challenge they're willing to take.
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