Hot Tin Roof
Where none can find me, sun don't blind me, wind can't blow me away - because we're sittin' on a hot tin roof
A playful and percussive piece that explores the sounds you make when you muck with a piece of corrugated iron. Includes a spot of rain.
Available in SSAA and SSAB
A playful and percussive piece that explores the sounds you make when you muck with a piece of corrugated iron. Includes a spot of rain.
Available in SSAA and SSAB