Parker Avenue

Parker Avenue

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Eleanor never expected much when she and her friends started Parker Avenue. It wasn't until Matty Healy from the 1975 retweeted a tweet announcing their new album that they gained speed. After a bit of promotion they were asked to open for the 1975 for their world tour.
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