Whihhaaar! Here come The Sporthorses!
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Off the truck they go clip-clop and into the Guggenheim Box they step. They trot in gripping beats, setting the ground a trembling. Now, jumping many hurdles, on comes the bass, the lights and the voice. Out cries Aramburu, the two-stringed fiddle, along with slidin`Daisy, the guitar. Then light organ Banjax sings in quirky sounds: Already we have a thrilling futuristic soundmixture to make your dancing shoes move, your heart gallop and your imaginary spaceship take off!
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