Csepel, industrial park. In the four-story high, windowless, radiation-proof bunkers, 30 rock bands in 19 shelters plug in their amps. They arrive in the evening and leave in the morning. They rehearse and play. Meanwhile, the night shift is working in the factory. The bass thunders, the factory agonizes. Are these the bands those we mightl see on TV in the future? Two worlds fading away. The Csepel factory lost its workers, and rock music lost its audience. Led Csepelin

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