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Finally, we made the decision to ride scooters through the unknown regions of New Caledonia. With our heads down, throttles up, we passed a thousand birds, beaches of many and roundabouts of the plenty, surpassing our designated route. We were unfound, lost and disorientated but nevertheless, we followed the scent of the city and received permission to park within our designated area. Amongst many like us, we noticed that The Banshees had not yet arrived. We waited two hours until they arrived, and when they did not saying a word, played their entire set facing eachother from start to finish. The guitarist wore a jump suit, earmuffs and sang like he wasn't from New Orleans. The drummer smashed the drums incessantly in time and never stopped for a breath as he made the earth rumble. I've been a fan ever since. -Fan No.1-