“All so self-actualized and all so tough. All so socially engineered and none so tough. The blues are dead.” With the new album in his luggage, Andi Valandi and his little gang are now touring the area and singing with a rough voice stories of policemen in love, left-wing filthy punks, stoned hippies and the longing to dance on the roofs of the city. It’s not clear whether the music of the unequal trio is blues or punk or rock or swing or whatever. Only one thing is certain: they don’t want to grow up.