Biografia:
The Specials foi uma banda formada em 1977 em Coventry, Inglaterra. Eles misturavam elementos do mod e do ska e criaram um novo som que se tornaria conhecido como Two Tone. Eles ficaram famosos mais por seus compactos do que por álbums, como “Ghost Town”, “Too Much Too Young” e sua estréia com “Gangsters”. A banda era formada por Jerry Dammers, Terry Hall, Roddy Radiation, John Bradbury, Sir Horace Gentleman, Lynval Golding e Neville Staples.
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Outras músicas:
- Blank Expression
- Gangsters
- Little Bitch
- Message To You Rudi
- A Message To You Rudy
- Concrete Jungle
- Dawning Of A New Era
- Do Nothing
- Do The Dog
- Doesnt Make It Alright
- Enjoy Yourself
- Friday Night Saturday Morning
- Ghost Town
- Hey Little Rich Girl
- I Cant Stand It
- Monkey Man
- Nelson Mandela
- New Era
- Nite Club
- Pressure Drop
- Rat Race
- Rudi A Message To You
- Stereotype
- Stupid Marriage
- Stupid Marrige
- Too Hot
- Too Much Too Young
- Youre Wandering Now
- Youre Wondering Now
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