Come to beautiful Cardiff where losing a tooth and getting a bloody nose are just part of the average night on the town.

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Los Campesinos! are psyched to be indie. It's nice to be able to skip the major labels suits. (00:36)

Since Coke and Pepsi are out, maybe Los Campesinos! would consider endorsing Shasta. (00:36)

Not only are Los Campesinos! super hip, they are blessed with having equally hip (and tech savvy) parents who serve as their analytics team.

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It’s a no brainer. You start a band, hop on the motherfuckin’ MySpace-ship and take off. Plain and simple!

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Los Campesinos! might do well touring in Peru, though the crowd might be perplexed when they expect ‘El Cóndor Pasa’ and they get ‘You! Me! Dancing!’ (00:38)

When a professor doesn’t believe you're in a band, just drop out. We'll give you an A in the UI report card. (00:32)

Just a hunch, but if Ellen were given one wish it would probably be for unlimited wishes. (00:33)

Being a cat does seem like a delightful idea; you bathe on your own and best of all, you can effortlessly lick your own crotch. (00:18)

American media is like a sick game of dodge ball, except instead of a red rubber ball we are bombarded with ideas and opinions.

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