Biografía:
Days of the New es una banda de post-grunge de Charlestown, Indiana (mas tarde reubicada en Louisville, Kentucky), formada en 1995. La banda consiste y ha consistido en un guitarrista/cantante llamado Travis Meeks y una variedad de músicos que han variado a lo largo de la carrera de la banda. Days of the New es sobre todo conocida por éxitos como "Touch, Peel and Stand" y "The Down Town" de su primer disco.
La banda se dio a conocer por una demo de la canción "Freak"
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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does its job right, and a job’s a funny thing ‘cause it’s their money that you need to
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