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Manu Chao: Radio Bemba Sound System poster

Manu Chao: Radio Bemba Sound System 

From Paris to Tijuana and Detroit to Barcelona, in a big venue or an intimate dive, the equation is sure to be the same: Manu Chao + Radio Bemba = an explosive cocktail. An explosion of joy. Sweating, shouting, jumping… songs coming one after another at the speed of light… a short pause… then a loud surge of rock & roll.
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From Paris to Tijuana and Detroit to Barcelona, in a big venue or an intimate dive, the equation is sure to be the same: Manu Chao + Radio Bemba = an explosive cocktail. An explosion of joy. Sweating, shouting, jumping… songs coming one after another at the speed of light… a short pause… then a loud surge of rock & roll.

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